Food

Squeeze it and it cries tears. As red as its flesh, but its heart is made of stone.

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This type of tempting cuisine is independent of utensils and usually tastes better than it sounds.

I'm a fruit that grows on a tree. Some of my varieties include Red Delicious and Granny Smith.

Men seize it from its home, tear apart its flesh, drink the sweet blood, then cast its skin aside.