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If you are a sore loser, you are often called the sour variety of this fruit.
Squeeze it and it cries tears. As red as its flesh, but its heart is made of stone.
Before crust hardens.
I ate one and threw away two
I'm a blended cold beverage made up of milk, ice cream and fruit. I bring all the boys to the yard.
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.