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Daily Riddle

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Oh, don’t worry, I’ll get smashed before the end of the night. Fermentation sparks a bonfire in my gut, and I’ll grin til dusk, drinking in the dimming evening and observing youth’s sweet exchanges beneath leaves falling like orange snow. What am I?

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Answer: A jack-o'-lantern (grins till dusk with a fire in its gut, watches trick-or-treaters, gets smashed by night's end)

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