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I must be broken before you can use me. What am I?
Lighter than what I am made of, more of me is hidden than is seen. What am I?
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?
I am easy to see but no one likes looking at me. Without me there would be no you. I can make you complain or make you happy. But you almost always take me for-granted.
I let water fall on you while everyone else stays dry. What am I?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?