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The sun bakes me, the hand breaks me, the foot treads on me, and the mouth tastes me. What am I?
You throw away my outside, you cook my inside. Then you eat my outside and you throw away my inside. What am I?
I go around and in the house but never touches the house
You hold my tail while I fish for you. What am I?
What goes through towns and over hills but never moves?
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.