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I'm a long curved fruit that grows in clusters and has soft pulpy flesh and yellow skin when ripe.
I am neither a guest nor a trespasser in this place. I belong that belongs to me. Where is it?
What time of day, when written in capital letters, is the same forwards, backwards, and upside down?
What never asks questions but receives a lot of answers?
What has roots that nobody sees, and is taller than trees. Up, up it goes, and yet it never grows.
I touch the Earth, I touch the sky, but if I touch you, you’ll likely die. What am I?