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Wind and cord combine, buzzing in the box. In all this we find, though to some the use is lost. What am I?
A necessity to some a treasure to many I'm best enjoyed among pleasant company. Some like me hot some like me cold. Some prefer mild some like me bold.
I make billions of dollars selling windows. Who am I?
I come in variety of colors and am found almost year round. My house is tall and my only fear is the cold. What am I?
What comes once in a year twice in a week but never in a day?
Why was the cook arrested?