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An open ended barrel I am shaped like a hive. I am filled with the flesh and the flesh is alive.
Itβs red, blue, violet and green. No one can reach it, not even the queen. What is it?
I am just two and two. I am hot. I am cold. I am the parent of numbers that cannot be told. I am a gift beyond measure, a matter of course. What am I?
I am the word that is always spelled correctly by everyone.
I am a bow that can never be tied or broken but can disappear. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?