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You throw away the outside, eat the inside, and throw away the inside. What is it?
What is eaten by man, served among many, grown by many, and white as snow?
Gold in a leather bag, swinging on a tree, money after honey in its time. Ills of a scurvy crew cured by the sea, reason in its season but no rhyme.
Lynn likes grapes but not potatoes. She likes squash but not lettuce, and she likes peas but not onions. Following the same rule, will she like pumpkins or apples?
When do you start when itβs red but stop when itβs green?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?