I carry the fruits of work, years of slaving away for the want of a place where you can hide away. If you live in my world you might just be dead, although your life will mean more than most lead.

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Solve me this riddle, and PM me the answer for a pat on the back: I sit in the sun keeping the heat at bay, for the creatures near me need a place to stay, when the ... read more


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