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You write on me and secrets I can keep in places never seen. I spin like a top. Though stiff as a board, I'm often described like a mop. What am I?
What has a face and two hands but no arms or legs?
With a halo of water and a tongue of wood, stone as skin long I stood. What am I?
I climb higher as I get hotter. I can never escape from my crystal cage.
What is the beginning of eternity the end of time and space the beginning of every end and the end of every race?
Why was the cook arrested?