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Always wax, yet always wane: I melt, succumbed to the flame. Lighting darkness, with fate unblest, I soon devolve to shapeless mess.
How can you burn an apple, blueberry, rose and pumpkin without leaving any ashes but retaining the smell of it?
People are hired to get rid of me. I'm often hiding under your bed. In time I'll always return you see. Bite me and you're surely dead.
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive.
I drift forever with the current down these long canals theyβve made, Tame, yet wild, I run elusive Multitasking to your aid. Before I came, the world was darker, colder, sometimes, rougher, true. But though I might make living easy, Iβm good at killing people too.
How can you add eight 6s together so that the total adds up to 750?