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Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as my flesh, but my heart is made of stone. What am I?
I go from house to house a messenger small and tight. Whether it rains or snows I sleep outside at night.
What has keys but no locks a space but no room and you can enter but can't go in?
I'm a word that's hardly there. Take away my start and I'm an herbal flair. What am I?
You can catch me but cannot throw me.
A man goes out in heavy rain with nothing to protect him from it. His hair doesn't get wet. How does he do that?