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Bodd
Back to Sydney.
Bondi Junction early hours of Sunday morning I'm dancing again (I was a good dancer) I could tell someone was looking at me... I started to loose my rhythm, I could see him walking up to me... I was thinking hit him before he hits me. Turns out it was Gregory who I grew up at school with. So lucky I never hit him.
Bondi Junction early hours of Sunday morning I'm dancing again (I was a good dancer) I could tell someone was looking at me... I started to loose my rhythm, I could see him walking up to me... I was thinking hit him before he hits me. Turns out it was Gregory who I grew up at school with. So lucky I never hit him.