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I like to twirl my body but keep my head up high. After I go in everything becomes tight
Things here are usually tagged with red stickers.
You can drop me from the tallest building and I’ll be fine, but if you drop me in water I die. What am I?
My voice is tender my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say.
I am not alive but I grow I don't have lungs but I need air I don't have a mouth but water kills me. What am I?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?