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I go in hard, come out soft. Blow me hard and I'll make a pop. What am I?
I am a shimmering field that reaches far. Yet I have no tracks and am crossed without paths. What am I?
Package beneath a tree, inside a tasty treat. Keep it for a month, the taste is just as sweet. What am I?
What happens when you throw a green stone into the Red Sea?
Where did the baseball keep its lemonade?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?