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My geometry is lost in the night to be found in daylight's break. The rigors of time have torn me to shreds, yet I stand to protect that which lies within. What am I?
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?
What is easy to get into but hard to get out of?
What is it called when a cat wins a dog show?
What is harder to catch the faster you run?
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?