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The French word for 'fun size' in women's clothing.
You throw away the outside and cook the inside. Then you eat the outside and throw away the inside. What did you eat?
Each morning I appear to lie at your feet, all day I follow no matter how fast you run. Yet I nearly perish in the midday sun.
What does man love more than life, fear more than death or mortal strife. What the poor have, the rich require, and what contented men desire. What the miser spends, and the spendthrift saves. And all men carry to their graves.
What is put on a table, cut, but never eaten?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?