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Different lights do make me strange, thus into different sizes I will change.
You throw away the outside and cook the inside. Then you eat the outside and throw away the inside. What did you eat?
What an fill a room but takes up no space?
I am the third from a sparkle bright, I thrive throughout the day and night. Deep in the path of a cows white drink. I've had thousands of millions of years to think. But one of my creatures is killing me. And so the question I ask to thee, is
A girl was ten on her last birthday, and will be twelve on her next birthday. How is this possible?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?