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I am the first you ever saw, what greets you every morning and what goes out in the end.
What falls down but never gets hurt?
What can't you see, hear or feel, until itβs too late. What shadows love, and shopkeepers hate?
How can you throw a ball as hard as you can, to only have it come back to you, even if it doesnβt bounce off anything?
I'm the source of all emotion, but I'm caged in a white prison.
Why was the cook arrested?