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You throw away the outside and cook the inside. Then you eat the outside and throw away the inside. What did you eat?
I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken.
As I walked along the path I saw something with four fingers and one thumb, but it was not flesh, fish, bone or fowl.
Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
Describes a mysterious region and a stylish pair of shorts.
I start with T end with T and within me is T.