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I can go through glass without breaking it. What am I?
I am what brings things together. Without me everything you see would be a total mass or debris everywhere. What am I?
What asks but never answers?
One pace to the north. Two paces to the east. Two paces to the south. Two paces to the west. One pace to the north.
I am taken from a mine and shut in a wooden case from which I am never released. Yet I am used by almost everybody. What am I?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?