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You can spin, wheel and twist. But this thing can turn without moving.
If I have it, I don't share it. If I share it, I don't have it. What is it?
Who spends the day at the window, goes to the table for meals. And hides at night?
High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
My coat keeps me safe From damage thatβs near. I cause you happiness, sadness, Anticipation and fear. On the outside, I am put under judgment of price. But my insides have far more value That not even MONEY can suffice.
Why was the cook arrested?