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Men seize it from its home, tear apart its flesh, drink the sweet blood, then cast its skin aside.
I'm a lot like a pancake, except I'm a little crisper, and I'm square, with square patterns all over.
The leaves are on the fruit, the fruit on the leaves. What is it?
Many people confuse me with a vegetable, but I'm actually a fruit. I'm red when I'm ripe, and I'm sliced and served on burgers.
I'm a pie, but I come with peperoni and cheese
I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers. And crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me.