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I'm often served as a "rack of ..." I'm often smoked or grilled, with bones in, and slathered in BBQ sauce.
Long and thin, red within, with a nail at the end.
What can't you see, hear or feel, until itβs too late. What shadows love, and shopkeepers hate?
A job that involves sitting in a highchair, wearing a black gown and smacking things with a mallet
I'm a long curved fruit that grows in clusters and has soft pulpy flesh and yellow skin when ripe.
I repeat only the last word you say. The more I repeat, the softer I got. I cannot be seen but can be heard. What am I?