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There are four of us but it seems like everyone loves spades the most.
I canโt go left I canโt go right. I am forever stuck in a building over three stories high.
I am a fruit with seed on the outside. What am I?
I have a name written on me, but it isnโt my name. Men plant me, but I never grow. They look at me and see their future, rotting in my bloom.
I must be broken before you can use me.
It has no top or bottom, but it can hold flesh, bones, and blood all at the same time.