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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 have a little pool with two layers of wall around it. One white and soft and the other dark and hard. What am I?
I do not have eyes but I once could see. I used to have thoughts but now I’m empty.
What is that you will break even when you name it?
Feed me and I live. Give me water and I die. What am I?
What made Cyclops quit teaching?