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Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as my flesh, but my heart is made of stone. What am I?
I had a bright start but I couldn't take the pressure. I consume everything yet I don't eat anything.
I can be repeated but rarely in the same way. I can't be changed but can be rewritten. I can be passed down, but should not be forgotten. What am I?
You write on me and secrets I can keep in places never seen. I spin like a top. Though stiff as a board, I'm often described like a mop. What am I?
I am a tool for fairies.
This crisp stick-shaped roll is often enjoyed with soup or marinara sauce.