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A small hill with seven holes.
They come out at night without being called, and are lost in the day without being stolen. What are they?
Sheets of paper that tell new stories each day.
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.
What kind of apple isn’t an apple?
A cowboy rode into Friday. He stayed in town for three days and rode back on friday. How is that possible?