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The sun bakes me, the hand breaks me, the foot treads on me, and the mouth tastes me. What am I?
I am an object which is used in baseball during the day I can't be seen at all
Adored by few, feared and hated by many. Mistress of the entire universal reason, master in the art of numbers. Some may have solved many of my mysteries, but there are still many of them to find. What am I?
I am the ultimate killing machine used not once but TWICE I can be made by humans.
I have wheels and flies yet I am not an aircraft.
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.