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I am the kind of a tree that is carried in your hand. What am I?
I can be cracked made told and played.
Teenage girls are pros at creating me. Learn me in classes.
I am a candy that looks like a shepherdβs staff.
In your fire you hear me scream creaking and whining yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?