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I have two bodies joined together as one. When standing still, I run and run. What am I?
I am a sharp looking horse with a flaxen tail. The longer I run the shorter my tail becomes.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?
I come in different colors and shapes. Some parts of me are curvy, some are straight. I look like I can belong anywhere but there is only one right place for me. What am I?
You throw me out when you use me and take me in when you are done.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?