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My teeth are sharp, my back is straight, to cut things up it is my fate.
Break it and it is better, immediately set and harder to break again
High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
who do you think you know but sometimes you don't
Thousands of these come together to make a digital image. What is it?
What do angels sing in the shower?