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I am the kind of nut that is empty at the center and has no shell.
Iām found in your socks, scarves, and mittens; and often in the paws of playful kittens. What am I?
Whoever made me doesn't want me. Whoever bought me doesn't need me. Whoever uses me doesn't know me. What am I?
Part carbon, part water, I am poison to the fishes. Many falsely claim my name, I am the pause that refreshes. What am I?
I can fly but I have no wings. I can cry but I have no eyes. Wherever I go, darkness follows me. What am I?
For our ambrosia we were blessed, By Jupiter, with a sting of death. Though our might, to some is jest, We have quelled the dragon's breath. Who are we?