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Time passes in a flash. I drank a litre of water and sweated like never before. The make-up was gone; hairstyle, let’s not even talk about it. Here I am back to square one, looks-wise. Despite my demeanour, which resembles a wet mop, Gregorio is giving me serious looks. Congratulating me, I presume, he gives me a thumbs-up. He too hydrates, drinking directly from the bottle. A few drops of water escape from his mouth and fall on his T-shirt. The scene would be hot in a B-movie. Without taking his eyes off me, he wipes his mouth and walks towards me, slowly but surely, like a lion towards its prey. A wave of panic washed over me. What does he want from me? Run for your life! He stops a few metres from me so that I almost feel the heat emanating from his body. “You are good at Zumba. Are yo
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