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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?
When young I am sweet in the sun. When middle-aged I make you gay. When old I am valued more than ever.
I am a kind of coat that can only be put on when wet.
I can be hairy and itchy all over. I can be the scariest thing you have ever seen. I stand in the middle of nowhere, hanging on a stick. What am I?
What building has the most stories?
What do people want the least on their hands?