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Die without me, never thank me. Walk right through me, never feel me. Always watching, never speaking. Always lurking, never seen. What am I?
I can be cracked, made, told, and played. What am I?
My full powers come when my makers are dead. I await a heavy hat to put on my head. What am I?
A single syllable do I claim black was my most famous name; Fetal to mortals here below thousands have I slain in a single blow.
Born in the ocean and white as snow. When I fall back to water I disappear without a trace.
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?