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I look like a tiny trombone
score in end zones.
People buy me to eat but never eat me. What am I?
I have 4 wings but cannot fly. I never laugh and never cry. On the same spot I'm always found toiling away with little sound. What am I?
I have memories but none of my own whatever's on my inside is what is shown. If I'm ever different it's because you changed me I feel like a decoration here for you to arrange me.
What made Cyclops quit teaching?