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Round and round I go never stopping in a continuous flow. I hang out with numbers each and every day and nothing ever gets on my way. What am I?
In your fire you hear me scream! Creaking and whining yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
What can hold a car but canβt lift a feather?
What has roots that nobody sees, and is taller than trees. Up, up it goes, and yet it never grows.
Itβs so fragile even just saying its name can break it. What is it?
Why was the cook arrested?