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I have a little pool with two layers of wall around it. One white and soft and the other dark and hard. What am I?
I am always around you but often forgotten. I am pure and clean most of the time, but occasionally rotten. What am I?
With pointed fangs I sit and wait; with piercing force I crunch out fate; grabbing victims, proclaiming might; physically joining with a single bite. What am I?
I am the kind of a tree that is carried in your hand. What am I?
Two bodies have I, though both joined in one. The more I stand still the faster I run. What am I?
Why was the cook arrested?