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My flavors ranges from strawberry to toe.
At night I come without being fetched, and by day I am lost without being stolen. What am I?
I am the beginning of eternity the end of time and space the beginning of every end the end of every place.
Santa shakes his belly like a bowl full of me
I am cracked by Indiana Jones.
Within, I clean all that is bad and is old. I make juice thatβs the color of gold. Should I die, a filter machine would you need assembled to replace me and beans I resemble.