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I run around the streets all day. Under the bed or by the door I sit at night never alone. my tongue hangs out waiting to be fed during the day.
What is black when you buy it, red when you use it, and gray when you throw it away?
What gets sharper the more you use it?
Although I am still, in families I run. I continue to live on in a living one. As one continues to draw breath, I will not rust. However, when one stops drawing breath, I will become mere dust. What am I?
I am a shimmering field that reaches far. Yet I have no tracks and am crossed without paths.
Why was the cook arrested?