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I had a bright start but I couldn't take the pressure. I consume everything yet I don't eat anything.
I am the noise Santa's reindeers make
Good memory, skin like the sea. A great beast I am, yet vermin frightens me. What am I?
I can't go left, I can't go right. I am forever stuck in a building over three stories high. What am I?
What gets whiter the dirtier it gets?
Why was the cook arrested?