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One day a little boy named John went over to his parents and said that he wanted to shoot people and blow them up. His parents were really proud of his career choice. What does John want to do?
High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
Forward Iām heavy, but backwards Iām not.
What points the way without a hand. It floats on water but exists on land?
You can tumble in it, roll in it, burn it, animal eat it. Used to cover floors, still used beyond stall doors. Freshens whatever it is placed on. Absorbs whatever is poured into it.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?