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Someone walked into a room and you heard a crash! Someone died. What happened?
People are hired to get rid of me. I'm often hiding under your bed. In time I'll always return you see. Bite me and you're surely dead.
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
What can't you see, hear or feel, until its too late. What shadows love, and shopkeepers hate?
Who has married many women but never has been married who is he
What is always coming but never arrives?