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cats and deflation tires make this noise.
I have a name that's not mine and no one cares about me in their prime. People cry at my sight and lie by me all day and night.
I am a candy that looks like a shepherdβs staff.
What is the edge of earth and bread?
I have cities with no people, forests with no trees, and oceans with no water. What am I?
What language does a billboard speak?