Diagnosis: Love
"Are you fucking serious? Is there a fucking snake near me? Holy fuck."
"I think you may have just broken the record for the most F-bombs in one sentence." I turned a little and gestured with my head since my hands were full. "It's pretty cool, actually. See, it's just undulating along the ridge there-"
"It is not cool. Not fucking cool at all. I hate snakes." She bent her head, burying her face in the crook of my neck as though to block out her view of the reptile. "Palmetto bugs, mice, frogs, skinks . . . whatever, I can deal, but snakes are my hard limit."
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