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You throw away my outside, you cook my inside. Then you eat my outside and you throw away my inside. What am I?
Weight in my belly trees on my back nails in my ribs feet I do lack.
Digital white-out.
I move very slowly at an imperceptible rate although I take my time I am never late. I accompany life and survive past demise I am viewed with esteem in many women's eyes. What am I?
I carry you down a gentle stream.
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.