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I go in dry and come out wet. The longer I stay in the stronger my surroundings get.
I stand in one place yet I fill a whole room. I can be filled with molten rock and come in every hue.
I am a red drum which sounds without being touched, and grows silent, when touched. What am I?
I have keys but no locks. I have space but no room. You can enter but canβt go outside. What am I?
Weight in my belly, trees on my back, nails in my ribs, feet I do lack. What am I?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?