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When the son of the water returns to the parent, it dies. What is it?
You'll see savory dishes in Hong Kong sizzling in these.
Three little letters. A paradox to some. The worse that it is, the better it becomes.
When the horse strokes the cat, the wood begins to sing.
With pointed fangs it sits in wait. With piercing force it doles out fate, over bloodless victims proclaiming its might. Eternally joining in a single bite.
What do angels sing in the shower?