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I am a box that holds keys without locks, yet they can unlock your soul.
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
You throw away the outside, eat the inside, then throw away the inside. What is it?
You can spin, wheel and twist. But this thing can turn without moving.
The barber of New York shave all men in New York. No man living in New York is allowed to shave himself. The barber of Nee York lives in New York. Who shaves the barber ?
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?