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I'm not alive and yet I grow. Just put me next to where it glows. A favorite in summertime best with friends when combined
In your fire you hear me scream creaking and whining yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
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.
I am a delicious way of representing data.
Wind and cord combine, buzzing in the box. In all this we find, though to some the use is lost. What am I?
Often cooked as fillet, this meat comes from an animal that swims underwater.