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Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as my flesh, but my heart is made of stone. What am I?
I have a title and many pages. I am a genteel of genteel descent. I am a killer veteran of war. I am a slave to my lord pledged to his service.
What gets bigger when more is taken away?
The more you take the more you leave behind. What are they?
No matter how much rain gets on me, I won't get any wetter. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?