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A small hill with seven holes.
Made of ten but two we make, When assembled others quake, Five apart and we are weak, Five together havoc wreak. What are we?
I'm a ring of sliced onion dipped in batter and then deep fried.
You do this into someone's ear when you want to be discreet.
Sometimes imaginary and sometimes real, sometimes they are the closest and dearest person outside the family. Who are they?
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.