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I go through a door but never go in, and never come out. What am I?
In all the world, none can compare, I am a tiny weaver; my deadly cloth so silky and fair. What am I?
I am lighter than air but a hundred people cannot lift me. Careful! I am fragile!
What goes up but never comes down?
I am always around you but often forgotten. I am pure and clean most of the time, but occasionally rotten. What am I?
Why was the cook arrested?