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Only two backbones and thousands of ribs.
Inside a burning house, this thing is best to make. And best to make it quickly, before the fire's too much to take.
Within, I clean all that is bad and is old. I make juice thatβs the color of gold. Should I die, a filter machine would you need assembled to replace me and beans I resemble.
I'm sometimes white and always wrong. I can break a heart and hurt the strong. I can build love or tear it down. I can make a smile or bring a frown.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?