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What can't you see, hear or feel, until itβs too late. What shadows love, and shopkeepers hate?
What hangs in the sky by day but at night goes away?
I'm a ring of sliced onion dipped in batter and then deep fried.
The profession of Jimi Hendrix and Eric Clapton
I make billions of dollars selling Windows. Who am I?
I am a room that has a roof but no walls. What am I?