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I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red.
When can someone truthfully tell someone βwell doneβ but think they did a bad job?
What is often returned, but never borrowed/
What begins and has no end? What is the ending of all that begins?
To unravel me you need a simple key, no key that was made by locksmith's hand. But a key that only I will understand.
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?