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I am flora, not fauna. I am foliage, not trees. I am shrubbery, not grass. What am I?
What gets bigger the more you take away?
I have wheels and flies yet I am not an aircraft.
Dead on the field lie ten soldiers in white killed by one blade yet there was no fight. What are they?
What two keys cannot open any door?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?