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I am a sound made by felines when petted.
In your fire you hear me scream creaking and whining yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
I am edible pink and a great summer food
What is an astronautโs favorite key on a keyboard?
Tear me off and scratch my head, what once was red is black instead. What am I?
For our ambrosia we were blessed, By Jupiter, with a sting of death. Though our might, to some is jest, We have quelled the dragon's breath. Who are we?