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What is that you will break even when you name it?
You write on me and secrets I can keep. In places never seen. I spin like a top. Though stiff as a board I'm often described like a mop.
I am always hungry I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red.
Although it sounds like I work on a transportation device I actually work in a restaurant.
I go in dry and come out wet. The longer I stay in, the stronger my surroundings get. What am I?
Two little holes in the side of a hill. Just as you come to the cherry-red mill.