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I can run but not walk. Wherever I go thought follows close behind.
I run around the streets all day. Under the bed or by the door I sit at night, never alone. My tongue hangs out, waiting to be fed during the day. What am I?
As a state in the USA, I am round on both sides and high in the middle. What am I?
What has to be broken before you can use it?
I am what no man ever yet did see, which never was, but always is to be. What am I?
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?