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Every night I'm told what to do, and each morning I do what I'm told. But I still don't escape your scold. What am I?
I am just two and two. I am hot. I am cold. I am the parent of numbers that cannot be told. I am a gift beyond measure, a matter of course. What am I?
When you stop and look, you can always see me. If you try to touch, you cannot feel me. I cannot move, but as you near me, I will move away from you. What am I?
I move without wings, between silken strings. I leave as you find my substance behind. What am I?
I am of several different kinds, but the one you pick doesn't do its job. What am I?
What made Cyclops quit teaching?