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I am a shimmering field that reaches far. Yet I have no tracks and am crossed without paths. What am I?
What is full of holes but still holds water?
I am the kind of soda you must not drink. What am I?
I am an odd number. Take away a letter and I become even. What number am I?
Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as my flesh, but my heart is made of stone. What am I?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?