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Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as flesh, but my heart is made of stone. What am I?
Good memory, skin like the sea. A great beast I am, yet vermin frightens me. What am I?
I am a desire to munch
Lighter than what I am made of, more of me is hidden than is seen. What am I?
What can go up a chimney down but canβt go down a chimney up?
Whoever made me don't want me. Whoever bought me don't need me. Whoever use me don't know me.