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One day a little boy named John went over to his parents and said that he wanted to shoot people and blow them up. His parents were really proud of his career choice. What does John want to do?
Born of earth, but with none of its strength. Molded by flame, but with none of its power. Shaped
My prefix is food. My suffix is rude. My infix comes in rounds. I keep you off the ground. What Am I?
What can you fold but not crease?
We are five little objects of an everyday sort, You will find us all in a tennis court.
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.