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When you take away the whole from me, there is always some left. What am I?
I am the reaction after enjoying soda.
I am used to bat with, yet I never get a hit. I am near a ball, yet never thrown. What am I?
You hear me speak, for I have a hard tongue. But I cannot breathe, for I have not a lung. What am I?
I have memories, but none of my own. Whatever's on my inside is what is shown. If I'm ever different, it's because you changed me. I feel like a decoration, here for you to arrange me. What am I?
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.