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If I have it, I don't share it. If I share it, I don't have it. What is it?
Ripped from my mother's womb. Beaten and burned, I become a blood thirsty killer.
It is the great nemesis of the lactose intolerant.
Plant whose name sounds like a dish full of dairy spread.
What types of words are these: madam, civic, eye, level?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?