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I roam through the lands hoping to rescue my love. I search high and low and will stomp on you if you get in my way!
When I come in from sea to shore twenty paces you'll see No less no more.
I am a chair that can move. What am I?
I don't live within a house, nor do I live without. Most will use me when they come in, and again when they go out. What am I?
Who keeps the ocean clean?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?