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I can be sweet or sour. I do not rhyme with any other word
Men seize me from my home tear apart my flesh drink the sweet blood then cast my skin aside.
When I am caught, I am thrown away. When I escape, you itch all day. What am I?
I am an instrument capable of making numerous sounds but cannot be touched or seen. What am I?
What is eaten but can also eat?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?