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I'm a word that's hardly there. Take away my start and I'm an herbal flair. What am I?
I am a word. I become longer when the third letter is removed.
I canβt go left I canβt go right. I am forever stuck in a building over three stories high.
I spend most of my day eating white. When I am quick enough I get rewarded with fruit and something blue. In a dark room with blue walls I run from the ghosts that roam the halls
I fly forever Rest never.
Strip the skin under my skin, and my flesh you'll reveal. It tastes sweet and tart, now throw out the peel. What is it?