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I am black when you buy me, red when you use me. When I turn white, you know it's time to throw me away. What am I?
I am enjoyed by some, despised by others. Some take me for granted, some treasure me like a gift. I last forever, unless you break me first. What am I?
I store fire-breathing animals.
When I am caught I am thrown away. When I escape you itch all day.
I am natureβs way of applauding lightning.
The answer I give is yes, but what I mean is no. What was the question?