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I am a fruit. If you take away the first letter of my name I become a crime. What am I?
I make a living following the wealthy and beautiful.
I run up and down the stairs without moving. What am I?
I am a mini solar powered computer
In your fire you hear me scream creaking and whining yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk