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By the time the car slipped beneath the surface, Corion Evans was already in the water. Sixteen years old, barely more than a kid himself, he pushed through the current toward the panicked voices, swallowing river water as gasoline and debris swirled around him. The girls were disoriented, choking, fighting to stay afloat in the dark. There was no way to wait for rescue; every second meant another lungful of water they didn’t have to spare.
