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What do you call a boomerang that doesnβt come back?
You throw away my outside you cook my inside. Then you eat my outside and you throw away my inside.
I have memories, but none of my own. Whatever's on my inside is what is shown. If I'm ever different, it's because you changed me. I feel like a decoration, here for you to arrange me. What am I?
What is the edge of earth and bread?
I fill a room but take no space. What am I?
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk