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Break it and it is better, immediately set and harder to break again.
In the forest, this blends in just right, but every December it is covered with lights. What is it?
At the sound of me, one may dream or stamp their feet, At the sound of me, one may laugh or sometimes weep.
I am nothing but holes tied to holes, yet am strong as iron.
When can someone truthfully tell someone βwell doneβ but think they did a bad job?
Lynn likes grapes but not potatoes. She likes squash but not lettuce, and she likes peas but not onions. Following the same rule, will she like pumpkins or apples?