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Three little letters, a paradox to some. The worse that it is, the better it becomes.
There is a creature of God whose body is hard; it does not wish to eat unless you strike its head.
Don't do this in the shallow end.
I have five letters and people eat me. When you remove my first letter I become a crime. Remove my first two letters and I am an animal. If you remove my first and last letters I'm a form of music
I march before armies, a thousand salute me. My fall can bring victory, but no one would shoot me. The wind is my lover, one-legged am I. Name me and see me at home in the sky.
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.