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A tiny bead, like fragile glass, strung along a cord of grass.
An appropriately loud response to fear, excitement, or your team scoring.
If you agree give me one of these.
What kind of apple isnβt an apple?
Sometimes you feel it weigh a ton. Yet it is nothing, but somehow still there. Makes you uncomfortable around anyone, But speak its name and it's gone.
I touch the Earth, I touch the sky, but if I touch you, youβll likely die. What am I?