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I have a face, yet no senses. But I don't really care, because time is of the essence.
I bind it and it walks. I loose it and it stops.
What is yellow, looks like the moon and has seeds?
It is the great nemesis of the lactose intolerant.
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?