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Before crust hardens.
A box without hinges, lock or key, yet golden treasure lies within. Who am I?
The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads on them, And the mouth tastes them. What are they?
This small, rolled tortilla usually has meat or cheese filling, and was originally invented in Mexico.
I add lots of flavor and have many layers, but if you get to close I'll make you cry. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?