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I stand in one place yet I fill a whole room. I can be filled with molten rock and come in every hue.
You can read me both ways I wear; One way it's a number reversed a snare.
I am a small paradise surrounded by dryness and heat. What am I?
I am a delicious way of representing data.
What tastes better than it smells?
What made Cyclops quit teaching?