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Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
If I have it, I don't share it. If I share it, I don't have it. What is it?
I am cracked by Indiana Jones. What am I?
I'm not really more than holes tied to more holes. I'm strong as good steel, though not as stiff as a pole.
My first is twice in apple but not once in tart. My second is in liver but not in heart. My third is in giant and also in ghost. Whole Iām best when I am roast.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?