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I have two bodies joined together as one. When standing still I run and run.
It rows quickly with four oars but never comes out from under its own roof. What is it?
Some people avoid me some people count me some people just consume me
Born of sorrow, grows with age, you need a lot to be a sage. What is it?
I am the kind of soda you must not drink.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?