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Give it a toss, and it's ready, but not until it's dressed. What is it?
Green on the outside but red and black inside. I am food but mostly liquid. What am I?
The warmer I am, The fresher I am.
Men seize it from its home, tear apart its flesh, drink the sweet blood, then cast its skin aside.
A fruit on a tree. A tree on a fruit.
If I say "everything I tell you is a lie", am I telling you the truth or a lie?