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I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind.
What gets wet while drying?
When can someone truthfully tell someone βwell doneβ but think they did a bad job?
What makes a loud noise when changing its jacket, becomes larger but weighs less?
I fly, yet I have no wings. I cry, yet I have no eyes. Darkness follows me. Lower light I never see.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?