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I tremble at each breath of air, and yet can heaviest burdens bear.
Men have one, women two, and when they become family, itβs three. What is it?
Thousands lay up gold within this house, But no man made it. Spears past counting guard this house, But no man wards it.
Three little letters. A paradox to some. The worse that it is, the better it becomes.
What is it that no man ever yet did see, which never was, but always is to be?
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.