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I am so delicious that I require a house to contain me.
I belong to everyone. Sometimes make you happy, sometimes make you sad. I will never end until the day you do. What am I?
I have roots that no one sees and I am taller than trees. Up, up I go, but never do I grow. What am I?
I am a type of weapon for SCI-FI characters
I always have to work with something in my eye.
How can you throw a ball as hard as you can, to only have it come back to you, even if it doesnβt bounce off anything?