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Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as flesh, but my heart is made of stone. What am I?
Late afternoons I often bathe. I'll soak in water piping hot. My essence goes through. My see through clothes. Used up am I - I've gone to pot.
I donβt forget!
I am an animal and a hair product
I go up and never come down no matter how hard you wish. As I get higher, more wrinkles crawl on to the face. What am I?
The answer I give is yes, but what I mean is no. What was the question?