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I can be cracked made told and played.
What gets bigger when more is taken away?
I always follow you around, everywhere you go at night. I look very bright to people, but I can make the sun dark. What am I?
What jumps when it walks, but sits when it stands?
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?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?