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The sun bakes me, the hand breaks me, the foot treads on me, and the mouth tastes me. What am I?
I am pinched by grandmas
I store fire-breathing animals.
I move very slowly. I accompany life, and survive past demise. I am viewed with esteem in many womenβs eyes.
I drive men mad for love of me, easily beaten, never free. What am I?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?