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The Hammamet scorpion. I was seven years old and one day while lingering on the beach collecting shells, I realized my friends weren't any more than silhouettes fading away on the long path leading to our beach house. I ran bare foot endeavouring to reach them. I stopped half way to rest, sitting down on a white rock under a large tree, suddenly I felt a presence. Someone was there behind me. I watched in vain, nobody was there. Quickly leaving the place, I discovered an enormous black scorpion on the stone where I had stood.

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