Climbing the rope, Tana shouted up to the witch. “Why do you live on a titan snail?”
“The views!” she shouted back. “They’re always changing!”
The teen reached the next cliff-like spike on the shell. “Any drawbacks?”
“Getting mail!” the old woman laughed.
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