Snuckerpuck wasn't born. She oozed into existence during a thunderstorm that knocked out three streetlights and cursed a birdbath. She's got a sugar slug's soul and a venomous tongue—quite literally, it paralyzes secrets and tastes emotions. Her lace is spun from haunted caterpillars. No one knows why she always smells like old jam and mischief, but nobody questions it twice.
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She met Snailella after slurping a trail of glitter across a forbidden garden path. They’ve been strange sisters ever since—one dreams of love, the other dreams of licking the sun.