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We stepped into the large studio adorned with shiny hardwood floors, bright studio lights, and framed photos of salsa dancers—or at least convincing models …

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Your heart fled into your stomach as you listened to him justifying his actions. At some point, you knew he was making sense, but then you thought about the doubts …

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I“Kordelia! Kordelia!” I screamed out my car window. I am searching for my daughter, but she is nowhere to be found. My mind is racing as I start to feel a burning sensation …