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In Paris but not in France, the thinnest of its siblings.
What tastes better than it smells?
What holds names and memories which are not its own?
Green arrows grow out of my sides. I go from yellow to white. My babies fly in the wind. What am I?
From house to house I go, sometimes narrow, sometimes wide. And whether there’s rain or snow I always stay outside. What am I?
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