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It regulates our daily movements, but it feels no interest in our lives. It directs us when to come and go, but does not care if we pay attention. What is it?
My life can be measured in hours, I serve by being devoured. Thin, I am quick. Fat, I am slow. Wind is my foe.
You’ll have me at night and if you remove the first letter I denote the top, such as on a train
You throw away the outside and cook the inside. Then you eat the outside and throw away the inside. What did you eat?
Who lives in a house with one bedroom, 50 hallways, and ghosts lurking everywhere?
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.