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I'm sometimes white and always wrong. I can break a heart and hurt the strong. I can build love and tear it down. I can make a smile, but more often bring a frown. What am I?
I am orange and sound like a parrot.
You seek me out when your hunger's ripe. I sit on four legs and smoke a pipe.
Cloud is my mother, wind is my father. What am I?
I am gentle enough to soothe your skin light enough to fly in the sky and strong enough to crack rocks.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?