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Each of these ends in a kettle full of precious metal and the double variety is quite awesome
I have rivers without water. Forests without trees. Mountains without rocks. Towns without houses.
I don't think or eat or slumber. Or move around or fear thunder. Just like you I look the same but I can't harm you or be your bane.
I look at you, you look at me, I raise my right, you raise your left.
If Teresa’s daughter is my daughter’s mother, who am I to Teresa?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?