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I think you live beneath a roof that is upheld by me; I think you seldom walk abroad but my fair form you see; I close you in on every side you very dwelling pave and probably I'll go with you At last into the grave.
I am the only thing that always tells the truth. I show off everything that I see. I come in all shapes and sizes. What am I?
I don't live within a house, nor do I live without. Most will use me when they come in, and again when they go out. What am I?
Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as my flesh, but my heart is made of stone. What am I?
I am the reaction after enjoying soda.
What made Cyclops quit teaching?