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I go in hard come out soft. Blow me hard and I’ll make a pop.
I cannot be bought cannot be sold even if I’m sometimes made of gold.
I am a fruit with seed on the outside. What am I?
What belongs to you but others use it more than you do?
In my yard there's a bed with no pillows a trunk with no clothes a branch with no leaves. What am I looking at?
What made Cyclops quit teaching?