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The warmer I am, The fresher I am.
If you are a sore loser, you are often called the sour variety of this fruit.
Squeeze it and it cries tears. As red as its flesh, but its heart is made of stone.
A little pool with two layers of wall around it. One white and soft and the other dark and hard, amidst a light brown grassy lawn with an outline of a green grass. What am I?
I'm a long, greenΒ-skinned fruit with watery flesh, usually eaten raw in salads or pickled.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?