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Words come out of it, aligned in perfect silence. A messenger of black on white, a slinky fellow drawing lines, of thin and soft graphite
Kids love this bouncy, sugary, treat. It's like colorful rubber that you can eat.
It breathes fire in fairy-tales
They made me a mouth, but didn't give me breath. Water gives me life, but the sun brings me death.
What color can you eat?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?