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I store fire-breathing animals.
I run smoother than any rhyme I love to fall but cannot climb.
Of these things - I have two. One for me - and one for you. And when you ask about the price I simply smile and nod twice.
Tear one off and scratch my head what was red is black instead. What is it?
Package beneath a tree, inside a tasty treat. Keep it for a month, the taste is just as sweet. What am I?
What is lighter than what it is made of?