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If you drop me I'm sure to crack. But give me a smile and I'll always smile back.
A muttered rumble was heard from the pen, and I, in my walking stopped to look in. What was this I saw? A massive beast, hoofed, and jawed. With spikes upon its mighty brow, I watched as he struck the turf and prowled. And yet for all of his magnificence, he couldn't get out of that wooden fence.
What kinds of men are always above board?
A certain wizard resided in a city made from this gemstone.
What gets wet while drying?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?