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In this place, people lie, people cry, and people ask why. In this place, people sleep, people weep, and people's solitude, they keep. What is it?
In your fire you hear me scream, creaking and whining, yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
What kind of table has no legs?
Who makes it, has no need of it. Who buys it, has no use for it. Who uses it can neither see nor feel it. What is it?
It has no top or bottom, but it can hold flesh, bones, and blood all at the same time.
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.