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Tear me off and scratch my head, what once was red is black instead. What am I?
I am the word that has three syllables and twenty six letters.
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.
Adored by few, feared and hated by many. Mistress of the entire universal reason, master in the art of numbers. Some may have solved many of my mysteries, but there are still many of them to find. What am I?
I repeat only the last word you say. The more I repeat, the softer I got. I cannot be seen but can be heard. What am I?
Why was the cook arrested?