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The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads on them, And the mouth tastes them. What are they?
The leaves are on the fruit, the fruit is on the leaves. What is it?
Five horses follow me to war, all the horses but I didn't.
I'm a fruit that grows on a tree. Some of my varieties include Red Delicious and Granny Smith.
Before crust hardens.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?