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The warmer I am, The fresher I am.
Give it a toss, and it's ready, but not until it's dressed. What is it?
I'm a long, greenΒ-skinned fruit with watery flesh, usually eaten raw in salads or pickled.
I'm a food made of flour, water, and yeast or another leavening agent, mixed together and baked. You need me to make a sandwich.
What starts out in a field and then crashed on a stone. It becomes much more when to the fire it's thrown?
What is always coming but never arrives?