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Touch this and you'll regret it. But if it's cold, you won't forget it. What is it?
It is a form of plastic money.
A cloud was my mother, the wind is my father, my son is the cool stream, and my daughter is the fruit of the land. A rainbow is my bed, the earth my final resting place, and I'm the torment of man.
Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that do not rust. What is it?
What do you call a witch that lives in the sand?
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.