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I come in variety of colors and am found almost year round. My house is tall and my only fear is the cold. What am I?
What can one catch that is not thrown?
I'm a word that is not even strange. What am I?
What is cut on a table but is never eaten?
Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as my flesh but my heart is made of stone.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?