Accordion (Bootstrap)
An accordion as an example
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First accordion
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Second accordion
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Wannabe
Wannabe
He heard quiet footsteps behind him. That didn't bode well. Who would follow him late at night, especially in this narrow alley in the middle of the notorious harbour district? Just when he had pulled off the heist of a lifetime and was about to disappear with the loot! Had one of his countless colleagues had the same idea, watched him and waited to rob him of the fruits of his labour?
Or did the footsteps behind him belong to one of the countless law enforcement officers in this city, and would the steel handcuffs around his wrists snap shut any moment now? He could already hear the demand to stop. He looked around frantically. Suddenly, he spotted the narrow passageway. He turned sharply to the right and disappeared between the two buildings. He almost tripped over the overturned rubbish bin that was lying in the middle of the path.
He tried to feel his way in the darkness and froze: apparently, there was no other way out of this small courtyard than the passageway through which he had come. The footsteps grew louder and louder, and he saw a dark figure turning the corner. His eyes darted feverishly through the darkness of the night, searching for a way out. Was it really all over now, had all his efforts and preparations been in vain? He pressed himself tightly against the wall behind him and hoped that his pursuer would overlook him, when suddenly, with a barely perceptible squeak, a door swung back and forth in the night wind next to him. Could this be the long-awaited way out of his dilemma? Slowly, he moved towards the open door, still pressed close to the wall. Would this door be his salvation? He heard soft footsteps behind him. That didn't bode well. Who would follow him, late at night, and in this narrow alley in the middle of
Accordion (native HTML details)
An accordion as an example
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First accordion
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Second accordion
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Wannabe
Wannabe
He heard quiet footsteps behind him. That didn't bode well. Who would follow him late at night, especially in this narrow alley in the middle of the notorious harbour district? Just when he had pulled off the heist of a lifetime and was about to disappear with the loot! Had one of his countless colleagues had the same idea, watched him and waited to rob him of the fruits of his labour?
Or did the footsteps behind him belong to one of the countless law enforcement officers in this city, and would the steel handcuffs around his wrists snap shut any moment now? He could already hear the demand to stop. He looked around frantically. Suddenly, he spotted the narrow passageway. He turned sharply to the right and disappeared between the two buildings. He almost tripped over the overturned rubbish bin that was lying in the middle of the path.
He tried to feel his way in the darkness and froze: apparently, there was no other way out of this small courtyard than the passageway through which he had come. The footsteps grew louder and louder, and he saw a dark figure turning the corner. His eyes darted feverishly through the darkness of the night, searching for a way out. Was it really all over now, had all his efforts and preparations been in vain? He pressed himself tightly against the wall behind him and hoped that his pursuer would overlook him, when suddenly, with a barely perceptible squeak, a door swung back and forth in the night wind next to him. Could this be the long-awaited way out of his dilemma? Slowly, he moved towards the open door, still pressed close to the wall. Would this door be his salvation? He heard soft footsteps behind him. That didn't bode well. Who would follow him, late at night, and in this narrow alley in the middle of