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I can be in your body but never on your placemat. I'm always better when I'm fresh, but you'll never see me in the flesh. What am I?
I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers and crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me. What am I?
I always run but never walk often murmur but never talk have a bed but never sleep has a mouth but never eat.
As a stone inside a tree, I’ll help your words outlive thee. But if you push me as I stand, the more I move the less I am.
I am a seed with three letters in my name. Take away the last two and I still sound the same. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?