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A necessity to some, a treasure to many, I'm best enjoyed among pleasant company. Some like me hot, some like me cold. Some prefer mild, some like me bold. What am I?
What time of day, when written in a capital letters, is the same forwards, backwards, and upside down?
People need me yet they give me away every day.
I am in truth a yellow fork from tables in the sky by inadvertent fingers dropped the awful cutlery. Of mansions never quite disclosed and never quite concealed the apparatus of the dark to ignorance revealed.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, used to cover a stare, they go with you everywhere.
How do you know if a sniper likes you?