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I run around the streets all day. Under the bed or by the door I sit at night never alone. my tongue hangs out waiting to be fed during the day.
I tremble at each breath of air and yet can heaviest burdens bear.
I am easy to waste. I am unstoppable. What am I?
Tear me off and scratch my head, what once was red is black instead. What am I?
My first two letters say my name. My last letter asks a question. What I embrace I destroy.
Why was the cook arrested?