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You throw away my outside, you cook my inside. Then you eat my outside and you throw away my inside. What am I?
A man who was outside in the rain without an umbrella or hat didn't get a single hair on his head wet. Why?
I twist and turn and leave a loop. What am I?
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.
I'm light as a feather yet the strongest person can't hold me for more than a few minutes. What am I?
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.