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I am the place where yesterday is always before today. What am I?
I am put on the table, cut, but never eaten. What am I?
I have to be broken before I can be used
Things here are usually tagged with red stickers.
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies I scream in celebration Yet moments later my outburst through I am naught but imagination.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?