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Ripped from my mother's womb. Beaten and burned, I become a blood thirsty killer.
Autumn leaves and bad bowlers wreak havoc on this
You will find me with four legs, but no hair. People ride me for hours, but I don't go anywhere without needing to be tugged. Jerked or turned on, I always manage to be ready for work.
Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
What moves without seeing and cries without eyes?
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.