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What is round as a dishpan, deep as a tub, and still the oceans couldn't fill it up?
I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red.
Slayer of regrets, old and new, sought by many, found by few.
I am a box that holds keys without locks, yet they can unlock your soul.
What relies on columns but isn't a house, and asks for help but can't speak itself?
Why did the stadium get so hot after the game?