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I am an instrument capable of making numerous sounds but cannot be touched or seen. What am I?
What gets bigger the more you take away?
You use a knife to slice my head but you weep beside me when I am dead
I climb higher as I get hotter. I can never escape from my crystal cage.
I come in different colors and shapes. Some parts of me are curvy, some are straight. I look like I can belong anywhere but there is only one right place for me. What am I?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?