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I love to twist and dance. Though wingless, I fly high up into the sky. What am I?
What flies without wings?
*forward* *backwards*is what I do all day. I come in all different shapes and sizes. I can be scary and I can calm you down.
I am there when you sit, but gone when you stand. What am I?
Men seize me from my home tear apart my flesh drink the sweet blood then cast my skin aside.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?