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When you stop and look you can always see me. If you try to touch you cannot feel me. I cannot move but as you near me I will move away from you.
Whoever made me don't want me. Whoever bought me don't need me. Whoever use me don't know me.
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?
If two is company and three is a crowd, what is four and five?
What can you break even if you never touch it?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?