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You use a knife to slice my head and weep beside me when I am dead.
With pointed fangs I sit and wait; with piercing force I crunch out fate; grabbing victims, proclaiming might; physically joining with a single bite. What am I?
I am a lunch money thief
When set loose I fly away. Never so cursed as when I go astray.
I have a brother. However much we run we do not reach each other.
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?