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You write on me and secrets I can keep. In places never seen. I spin like a top. Though stiff as a board I'm often described like a mop.
I am a word. I become longer when the third letter is removed.
What has banks but no money a bed but no sleep waves but no ocean?
What has words but never speaks?
People need me yet they give me away every day.
What made Cyclops quit teaching?