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You throw me out when you want to use me, but take me in when you donβt want to use me. What am I?
I am a table you can eat. What am I?
Never resting, never still. Moving silently from hill to hill. It does not walk, run or trot. All is cool where it is not. What is it?
What is so delicate that saying its name breaks it?
The more you take away from it the larger it becomes. What is it?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?