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Brain Teasers
In marbled halls as white as milk
Lined in a skin as soft as silk
In a liquid, crystal clear
A golden apple doth appear
There are no doors to this stronghold
Yet thieves break in to steal the gold
What am I?
Sidhe
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My free will...I never leave home without it.
--House
 
Someday I want to be rich. Some people get so rich they lose all respect for humanity. That's how rich I want to be.
-Rita Rudner
  
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