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In his hand, the Sono­ran Moun­tain Kingsnake. Around his neck, green stripes of the Rosy Boa. “You want to touch him don’t you?” “Nev­er have.” She says, abrupt­ly real­iz­ing how inex­pe­ri­enced this sounds. “Cold-blood­­ed.” Tak­ing her hand, he holds her palm … Con­tin­ue read­ing →