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Date Published: 2/14/20
Publisher: Sunbury Press
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Love isn’t always champagne and roses and it’s certainly not the case in this love triangle thriller with a twist. A dominating, abusive boyfriend is being ousted for a romantic hero, but there are deadly consequences. Step into the gang life and witness the savagery as they stop at nothing to seek revenge. You’ve heard the old saying: “Boy meets girl. Boy falls in love with girl.”  Now you can add: “Girl’s gang-leader boyfriend doesn’t like the new addition.”

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CHAPTER 1

In a New York City apartment building, on an upper floor in an empty hallway, “Snake” Santiago and three fellow gang members made their way slowly and quietly through the poorly lit, dingy corridor. When they came to the unit they searched for, Snake motioned for the other guys to move out of the way while he positioned himself directly in front of the door. The gang leader forcefully kicked the door with all his might, busted the frame apart, and the door flew open instantly. With weapons drawn, they entered the apartment and searched methodically, like a perfectly executed police raid. 

It was a small place, so it didn’t take long for them to check the entire apartment and figure out nobody was home. The search of the living room, kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom took less than three minutes. 

Snake walked over to the kitchen table and saw what appeared to be a partially eaten meal spread out across it. He stuck his finger into a pile of warm mashed potatoes and realized they had probably just missed their targets. 

“The food is still warm. We must have just missed them. They can’t be far. The stairs are the only exit in this building, and we didn’t pass them. The only place they could have gone is the roof. Let’s go, but be quiet, eh. We don’t want to alert them.” 

The four men made their way back to the stairwell. Snake lead the way as they climbed up three more stories to the door that led out to the rooftop. He glanced back at his fellow gang members and, with his 

handgun drawn, lifted his finger to his mouth that reminded them to be quiet. 

He placed his hand on the silver metal doorknob and gently turned it. He pushed the heavy metal door open slowly to minimize any noise it might make. If the door creaked or squeaked, it would give them away. 

Once it opened enough to be able to walk through, he noticed this side of the roof was empty. This was good luck as it meant his prey was on the other side of the building. The concrete blocks that held the door in place created a narrow wall for the criminals to take cover. The wall gave them a little more time to move closer to their targets. 

When all four of them were out on the roof, Snake quietly closed the door behind him. He didn’t let go of it until it was securely in place, so it didn’t make a sound. Their cover was still intact, and their targets were not aware of their presence. 

The gang leader cautiously peeked around the corner and scanned the entire rooftop from end to end. As he suspected, his two marks were together on the far side of the rooftop. He was relieved to confirm they were alone, and nobody else was up there to witness what was about to happen. Witnesses would only make the situation messier than need be. 

He placed his back up against the wall, stared up into the night sky, and watched his breath as he exhaled into the crisp cool autumn air. He lifted his gun to his chest, looked at his fellow gang members, nodded his head, and whispered, “Sal and Miguel, you two homies go to the left. 

Diego, you come with me. Vamanos!” 

They slowly and quietly maneuvered their way within a few feet behind the couple, who stood at the edge of the rooftop, holding hands, looking out over the sparkling New York City skyline. Snake cleared his throat and said, “Well, well, well, look what I found, ese.” 

The startled couple was completely taken by surprise. Each had a terrified look on their faces when they turned around and saw Snake. 

Emily spoke first, and as she spoke, her voice turned from fear to anger. “Snake, what are you doing here? How did you find me? There is nothing to talk about. I told you we are finished. It’s over. There is nothing to discuss. Move on with your life, and leave me alone. I will not say it again!” 

Standing by her side, her boyfriend, Noah, picked up on the confidence in her voice, so he managed to muster up some of his own. “You heard the lady. I’m getting tired of this. I don’t know what you got against me. She broke up with you. I had nothing to do with it. Why don’t you just be a man and accept the fact? She don’t want you. Let it go. I’m tired of running and hiding every time you come around. Just be a man and walk away. She don’t want you, man!” 

Snake couldn’t help but laugh at them and said, “It doesn’t quite work that way, homie. What I got against you is you took my woman, ese

Anyone with half a brain wouldn’t go after my chica! I’m the leader of the Ninth Avenue Posse, my brother. I knew something was up when I saw those damn roses. Now, finally tracking you down with her, that verifies to me that you lied to me and she been messing with you while she was still with me. You see, Noah, she don’t get to say we’re broken up, I do. 

And where I come from, cheating doesn’t go unanswered. Now save your breath, homeboy. I know both of you are gonna lie to my face. You’re both gonna tell me that you weren’t messing around before she thinks she broke up with me. But I know that’s bullshit, and I’m here to make it right.” 

Noah’s eyes showed he had finally had enough of the situation. He took two steps forward, put his hands in the air out by his side, and said, “Let’s go then. Enough of this. Let’s settle it once and for all right here, right now. Are you going to face me one-on-one like a man, or are you going to get your flunkies there to help you? Let me know what I’m up against. But I’m warning you right now; I’m not going down without a fight.” 

Snake pointed his gun at Noah and said, “No, I don’t need my homies. I can handle this on my own. And I don’t think you’re gonna put up as much of a fight as you think, pendejo.” The gang leader pulled the trigger four times in rapid succession. BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! 

A critically injured Noah let out a whimper as he fell to the ground. 

He pulled himself a couple of feet over to the edge of the rooftop and propped himself up against the short brick wall. He couldn’t catch his breath and winced in pain. A pool of blood gathered under his body from the four gunshot wounds. He had been shot in the leg, arm, shoulder, and one bullet went through the right side of his chest. 

Emily let out a horrific scream as she rushed to help Noah. She propped him up against the wall somewhat better than he was so that he would be a little more comfortable. While doing so, she became covered in blood as well. 

She stared up at Snake and yelled at him. “Oh my God, Snake! What the hell is wrong with you? What have you done? Why would you do something so stupid?” 

Emily tended to Noah as he bled out on the ground, and she continued to scream back at Snake. “Get it through your head! We are finished! 

I don’t love you, and I don’t want to be with you. I hate you! You can kill every man in New York City, and I still wouldn’t be with you.” 

Snake glared back at Emily with hatred in his eyes, and the gang leader laughed at her. He replied, “I’m fine with that, Emily. Let’s just consider this my official notice that I’m breaking up with you. I know you were messing around with him while you were with me, so don’t even try to lie your way out of it, puta. Whatever your reasoning, I don’t care. In my eyes, you’re just a slut, and that’s all there is to it. I don’t have room in my life for a whore like you. So now I’m telling you we’re done. 

And I would be very careful with the next words that come out of your mouth. I would strongly suggest there be none. I still got two bullets left, and they just might have your name on them. I’ll put you down too.” 

Emily’s grip on Noah slipped because of all the blood. He started to slump over to the side, so she grabbed him and pulled him toward her blood-soaked body. 

She glared up at her former boyfriend with tears in her eyes and said, 

“I hope you’re happy. Look what you’ve done. You’re breaking up with me? Then so be it. Only a pussy would do this. You shot an unarmed man. A real man would have handled it in a completely different manner. 

That’s what I want, a real man, and that’s something that you’ll never be. 

You’ll always be a pussy!” 

Snake was embarrassed his ex-girlfriend spoke to him in such a disrespectful manner in front of the other gang members. He let his anger take over, and he walked over to Emily and pressed the barrel of his pistol against the side of her head. 

 “No bitch is gonna talk to me that way. If you like breathing, I strongly suggest you apologize, chica, and quickly. I told you, I got two bullets left, and they would look good right now inside that pretty little head of yours.” 

Emily desperately clung to Noah and stared up at Snake and yelled, 

“Go ahead and pull the trigger pussy! But if you’re going to do it, just go ahead and do it already. Stop talkin’ about it. Be a man for once in your life and do what you say you’re going to do. Keep this in mind. I told you to never call me a bitch again! You seem to have forgotten that. If I get out of this alive, mark my words, Snake, I’m going to kill you.” 

With all the commotion, nobody paid attention to all the sirens down on the street. After all, it was New York City, and a minute without a siren filling the air was nowhere near the norm. There were always some flashing lights or sirens from fire trucks, ambulances, or police cars in the area. This was an everyday occurrence, and they blended right in with the normal sounds of the city. What none of the rooftop hoodlums seemed to realize was someone in the building heard all the gunshots and called the police. So while Emily and Snake argued, the police had arrived and made their way up the stairwell and were about to burst through the door onto the rooftop. 

As Emily continued to yell at Snake, the large metal door flew open, and several NYPD police officers scattered across the black tar-covered roof. Loud chaos erupted as the officers shouted orders to Snake and his gang members to put their weapons down. 

All three of Snake’s fellow gang members instantly put their weapons down at their feet and raised their hands high in the air. They offered no resistance, so the officers turned their guns toward Snake and commanded him to drop his weapon. 

“Put the gun down, man! Drop the weapon and put your hands in the air! Let her go! Don’t shoot her! I’m only going to say this one more time. Put the gun down and your hands in the air. I’m telling you, son; you’re gonna die right here on this rooftop if you don’t comply immediately!” 

“Okay! Okay! You win, pendejo. Don’t shoot.” 

Snake pulled his finger off the trigger and pulled the gun away from Emily’s head. His eyes met the officer’s eyes and held them as he moved slowly. He didn’t want the officers to get the wrong idea from his movements. 

“Don’t shoot! I’m putting it down! Just don’t shoot, eh.” 

The officer yelled back, “Do it slowly! Any wrong moves, and we will fill you full of lead and not even think twice about it. Put the gun at your feet and kick it over here. Don’t give us an excuse!” 

The gang leader moved as slowly as possible and placed the gun at his feet. He put his hands on top of his head and kicked the gun across the rooftop over to the police. As soon as he did, several police officers rushed over to him, threw him down to the hard tar roof, beat him, and cuffed him. The others were taken into custody without the slightest bit of resistance. 

Another officer rushed over to Emily and said, “Where are you hurt, ma’am?” 

“It’s not me; it’s my boyfriend. He’s been shot four times. The blood is his; please help him. Please! He’s dying!” 

The officer grabbed his radio and sent an urgent message to his dispatcher. “Six to Central, we need a bus at my location immediately! 

We have one adult male down. Four gunshot wounds. Needs immediate medical attention. Get a bus here right away!” 

The officer bent down and tried to find a pulse on Noah. He turned to Emily and said, “He’s in rough shape, ma’am. Don’t worry; the ambulance will be here in a minute. Let’s just hope they get here in time.” 

He took Noah from Emily and gently laid him down flat onto the rooftop. He tried to make him as comfortable as possible and said, “Don’t give up on me, son. Help is on the way, just hang in there. You can do it.” 

About the Author

Scott grew up in New York and is an avid sports fan. He was a sportscaster and then a sportswriter for many years. He loves writing thrillers to entertain readers across the globe. Scott also loves attending events to meet new fans whenever possible.
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Aurea Mediocritas: A Book of Short Stories
Short Stories
Date Published October 2019
Publisher: Page Publishing
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The term, Aurea Mediocritas, refers to the golden mean, a balance between two extremes. ­ e characters in “Queerious”, faced with insurmountable odds in a society unaccepting of same-sex relationships and the hidden secrets which have divided the family.
The story “In a Nutshell,” features an expedition in the Amazon, where an ancient ritual amulet is discovered by a young boy. He makes a wish on the amulet and rapidly began to age twenty-five years older. The boy’s father makes a bargain and faces the consequences of his sacrifice at a price too dear to pay. The father desperately searches to find a balance between dealing with his own demons and striving to save his son.
In “For the Sake of my Enemies,” a young Japanese girl immigrates to the USA and joins the international police task force she was assigned to a US Federal case. On an assignment in Japan to bring back a crime boss who has ed from prosecution, she unravels an old Japanese cold case and found the man who killed her father and brother. She struggles to and balance, revenge or her mission.
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Sometimes, tendencies make a man want to run as far as he can and as fast as he possibly can from himself, hoping somewhere along the way to escape his human frailty. A moral character deficiency he most certainly can do without burrowed itself like ticks into his personality.
For the strong, a firmness in a conviction against the depravity contrast the risk of personal loss. In others, an escape from prying eyes to indulge. Some stash it in a closet behind glass doors, attempting to conceal what’s been long concealed.


Then unexpectedly it slips into the open, and the uncertainty lurking behind the long-concealed is now a confirmation. There’s no point crying over spilled milk; now it’s about trying to glue the
shattered pieces of your life in hopes they turn into hairline cracks and fade away. Improprieties behind a forced-shut closet door are like trying to hide an elephant behind a ball. Secrecy spilled from the proverbial is like a bad habit that catches thirty seconds of fame at the most inopportune time. For Isaac, that thirty seconds felt like a lifetime.

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Gaston D. Cox, a famous American writer, graduated from Irvine University College of Law and now lives in China. He fled the United States and came to China because of his wounds. First, he worked as an English teacher at Qiqihar University, then he transferred to Shanghai because he was not tolerant of the cold. He has been a university professor, legal adviser and medical representative for several years. Although a seven-foot man is a strong man, I have a delicate and sensitive heart. When I came to China, I was inspired and fell in love with writing. I published many books. The words are passionate and popular with many Chinese fans. His representative works include Cries of insanity, Aurea Mediocritas, Sounds of Silent, The Seventh Plague, and Life Cubed.

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An Inspired Epic Thesis and Political-Economic Thriller
Published: December 2019
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Defeat of the Wicked Iniquitous is a fictionalized illustration of the new Middle-Class Capitalism Economic System and the Independent People’s Global Enterprise. It is written and designed for reality, to non-violently revolutionize working and poor people’s own independent economic power, to build a prosperous, just, safe, clean, beautiful and peaceful new world.In the great Revolutionary War of Economic Independence, the Neo-Caps (the New Capitalists) are ferocious non-violent capitalist warriors. They are the People, the students and working-class owners, worldwide, of the Independent People’s Global Enterprise. Together they crush the crony capitalist oligarchs, and the evil Trill Empire, forever. And the People rule the world !!!!
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The Independent People’s Global Enterprise
July 4 of the year 2030. The new capitalists or Neo-Caps, as they are called, celebrate all around the world in the most spectacular celebrations ever seen. Together they won the Great Revolutionary World War of Economic Independence. The Neo-Caps crushed crony capitalist plutocrats across the globe and now democratically control the global economy and their respective governments.
The Neo-Caps are the owners of the Independent People’s Global Enterprise, larger than all the remaining giant corporations in the world combined. Neo-Caps independently control their own retail markets. The People’s Enterprise defeated most of the largest retail corporations throughout the world in a very brutal economic war of capitalism, a battle that started on July 4, 2020, with the worldwide Declaration of Economic Independence.  
The People became the new capitalists, officially incorporating their own powerful Independent People’s Global Enterprise. Through a decade of capitalist “warfare” they beat the retail crony capitalists at their own game. Together, all Neo-Caps are owners of the largest and most powerful corporations in the world. They have more influence over their governments than all former crony plutocrats combined.
As the new rich, the Neo-Caps have the power and systemic resolve to provide lasting prosperity, which in turn gives rise to justice and world peace. It’s a beautiful new world. The question is: How in the world did the People, the Neo-Caps, do it? 
A Trill Island Surprise
The year was 2022. The Honored Guest couldn’t believe his good fortune. He was finally arriving at Trill Island, a place he could only imagine before and had always wanted to visit. He’d been briefed that his coming and going would be conducted with the utmost of discretion, and that is why his bodyguards had been instructed to stand down for the day. It all worked out very smoothly.
The Guest watched in wonder as the cloaked island appeared and its waterfall entrance parted to let his chopper into the Trill Island landing pad. What a wonder of technology! He disembarked and was immediately escorted to the dining area where all the Trills were assembled around a long table. The Guest was seated and took a quick head count, assessed who was among them and noted a few surprising faces. Since he surely had been invited to become one of them, he would be Number 14. The Guest thrilled at the thought, with goosebumps running up and down his spine.
The thirteen Trills had apparently just finished a lavish feast; servers were clearing plates and refreshing wine glasses, and not one offered him a dish. Odd . . . Ah, here it comes. He was served a layered chocolate concoction and a glass of bubbling spring water. As he ate a few luscious bites and drank a few sips, the Trill to his right began to speak in a loud and decisive tone: “You’ve been invited here today as our guest of honor. Welcome.”
The chocolate mousse thing was really delicious, and the Guest could feel each heavenly bite on his palate. He felt warmed by its yumminess. The Trill continued: “We are well aware of your recent and past financial losses. Your many foul schemes have taken a major toll on our own positions, exposing many of us to losses beyond any measure we’ve ever before endured.”
Was he hearing this correctly? It almost sounded like he was being reprimanded. And Jeez Louise, was he ever feeling a warming sensation! He stopped eating, took a large gulp of his spring water, and looked more directly at the speaker, who paused at length before he continued: “Because of your errors of judgment and flagrant disregard for those who made it possible for you to attain your positions of power, both in government and personal wealth, we sentence you to a sacrificial event on the sacred Trill altar. Follow me!”
The Guest did his best to respond to the speaker, but no sounds came out of his slack-jawed mouth. Nor could he even stand on his own feet. But it needn’t have worried him, as he was aided to do so by two well-muscled manservants who stepped forward and took him from his place at the table, one holding each arm. . .
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Born in 1948, Curt is the oldest of seven children. He lived in Japan where his father was stationed during the Korean War. He then lived in Carlsbad, NM, and later in Dallas, Texas, where he witnessed the shooting death of President John F. Kennedy .
Curt served in the US Army Dental Corps, after which he worked as a pipe fitter and welder.
Curt attended NMSU, graduating with Honors in 1975, with a BA in Government & Political Science. He then earned a Masters Degree in Public Administration and Management, again graduating with Honors.
He and his wife had three children and later divorced.
Curt held the position of City Planner and Zoning Administrator for Las Cruces, NM; he was the Assistant City Manager for Alamogordo, NM; he served as the Chaves County Manager, Roswell, NM; he became the CAO of the New Mexico Transportation Department, managing a $2 Billion annual budget.
In 2000 he retired from New Mexico State government. Curt then co-founded and developed KidsKare PC Family Dentistry, working as CAO. KidsKare is one of the largest New Mexico networks of dental clinics.
For over a decade, since the 2008 economic collapse, Curt worked passionately on developing the concept of Middle-Class Capitalism, a sound strategy for creating greater wealth and self-sufficiency among all economic classes, utilizing the capitalist tools of trade already at our disposal.
Quoting Curt: “By following the carefully constructed wealth-building methods outlined in this book and on my website, we will demonstrate to the world how all seven billion humans can live sustainably and responsibly as owners of our own international corporations and businesses, large and small.”
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Kirsten Howard’s Biggest Fan Tour

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Young Adult Fiction
Published Date: 2-11-20
Publisher: INtense Publications LLC
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Meet Michael Jordan Duncan; if you say his name fast enough, it sounds like Michael Jordan Dunking—which is intentional. Thanks, Dad. Mike is a sports fanatic who seems to have everything going for him: a recent growth spurt, a best friend who’s even more sports-obsessed than he is, and a (mutual?) crush on Kirsten Howard, the best player on the girls’ basketball team. Yep, everything’s shaping up nicely…. until he gets injured and his friend gets crazy. All the sudden Mike’s life isn’t looking so great, and that’s before a scandal that implicates both Kirsten and her coach, aka Mike’s father.

 

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Patrick Hueller lives, teaches, and writes in St. Paul, Minnesota. His YA novels have been selected for several “best-of” lists, including the Junior Library Guild, the ALA’s Rainbow List, and YALSA’s Quick Picks for Reluctant Readers. He’s against instant replay in sports but in favor of it in life. Learn more about Patrick and his books at patrickhueller.com.
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YA Coming-of-age
Published: June 2019
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Anne Mason has a storybook childhood.
A wealthy father, loving mother, and a beautiful home in Richmond.
But behind the polished windows, Anne’s father brutally terrorizes her mother.
Sent to live with her aunt and uncle, Anne enrolls in boarding school. Though she thrives, the traumas of her past gnaw at her insides.
Will hope and inner strength prevail?
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Picture this. A room with two cosy armchairs and a brown wooden table resting between them holding a small clock, tissues, and minuscule pieces of Celebrations chocolate. The temperature was not cold, and not hot, but that perfect warmth you get from adjusting both the window and radiator heating. In one of the armchairs sat a middle-aged man, bespectacled, foreign — German, perhaps — with a balding patch on his head and weight around his middle. A kind smile spread across his face, his head tilted, garnering the same curiosity as an inquisitive child. In the other chair sat a girl. Fourteen, black hair cane-rolled on top and pulled up into a tight bun. Black hands, black duffel coat, black shoes, black tights. All that shed a silver lining — or a blue one — were the sapphire-crystal earrings hanging from her ears.
The girl was me.
The foreign man peered at the clock. He and the girl had been sitting in the room for forty minutes, the slight utterance of monosyllabic dialogue passing between the two. The girl was staring at the floor, her face expressionless. With only twenty minutes left, the man took his cue to pick up the bowl holding the chocolate and offered one to her. She refused.
“I do like Celebrations,” said the man. “Always a succulent choice.” He was definitely German. “They really melt in the mouth. Maltesers are my personal favourite, though. They’re the most popular, aren’t they?”
I grunted in response. He sighed; not in exasperation, merely in concern. “I know this is only our second session, but it would be nice to hear a little bit from you.”
I uncrossed my legs. It was amazing how interesting your shoes became when you had nothing to say.
“I’m not trying to force you,” he said gently. “I know this has been difficult for you. You have had a lot to deal with recently, and in the past. But that is why I want you to know we are here for you. When somebody close to you dies, it’s the most horrible thing in the world. That’s why we want to help you get through this challenging time.”
I closed my eyes, raising my head to the ceiling.
“How are you feeling right now?” he asked.
I shrugged.
“Anne, you are more than welcome to take your time, but remember, in here, you are safe. No one can hurt you. What we say is confidential, and you can say whatever you like.”
He was right. And yet, the clenching in my stomach wouldn’t stop. It was a reminder that no matter how awful things became, you were still left with the scars.
I spent the remaining twenty minutes in silence. So much had happened in my fourteen years of existence, I was unsure of how to form the words.
That week, I mulled over my previous two sessions and decided I was tired of being a prisoner of my past. I no longer saw the point of keeping myself closed off. Help had been offered to me, so surely now was the time to take it. I could keep the ghosts chained to me, or I could let them be released, freeing myself in the process.
When I returned to Henry — he said I could call him by his first name — that following Tuesday, I was ready to begin telling him everything.
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Zarina Macha is an author, blogger and musician born and raised in London, UK. She studied Songwriting and Creative Artistry at The Academy of Contemporary Music in Guildford. She regularly writes a social comment blog titled ‘The Zarina Macha Blog.’ In her spare time she loves reading and fan-girling over “Game of Thrones”.
In 2018 she began independently publishing her books through Amazon’s Kindle Direct Publishing platform. “Every Last Psycho” and “Anne” are her young-adult fiction novels that deal with mental illness, drug abuse, domestic violence and coming-of-age. “Art is a Waste of Time” and “Single Broke Female” are her two poetry books.
“Around Midnight” is her fifth self-published work. It is a young-adult drama about jazz, ambition, and a toxic relationship.
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