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I may only be given but never bought. Sinners seek me but saints do not. (one word).
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 smell like blue paint pours like green paint and I look like a red truck.
I am the book one can never finish reading
I am what no man ever yet did see, which never was, but always is to be. What am I?
What made Cyclops quit teaching?