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I hide but my head is outside.
Within, I clean all that is bad and is old. I make juice thatβs the color of gold. Should I die, a filter machine would you need assembled to replace me and beans I resemble.
A girl was ten on her last birthday, and will be twelve on her next birthday. How is this possible?
It is a sound of empty, speak and it'll talk back plenty. But all the more you yack, you'll get the same words back.
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?