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What can be measured but not seen?
I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.
It happens when something has been cut with H2O.
Three little letters. A paradox to some. The worse that it is, the better it becomes.
What can be swallowed, but can swallow you?
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?