Boyfriend and I go bushwalking. Boyfriend never sticks to the track. He drags me with him. He always walks ahead.
"Stop," Boyfriend warns pointing ahead of him. "Don't move."
My eyes follow where he is pointing. It is a red belly black snake. I start to panic. I ignore his warning and start to run. The snake follows me. I look for a tree to climb. I'm out of luck. We're in scrubland.
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