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Whoever made me don't want me. Whoever bought me don't need me. Whoever use me don't know me.
I am natureβs way of applauding lightning.
What happens when you throw a green stone into the Red Sea?
The faster you run, the harder it is to catch me. What am I?
In my life I must bare, my bloodline I must share. What am I?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?