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I am constantly overlooked by everyone but everyone has me.
I am always in front of you, but you will never see me. What am I?
This guy crossed a road and everyone wants an explanation.
With pointed fangs I sit and wait; with piercing force I crunch out fate; grabbing victims, proclaiming might; physically joining with a single bite. What am I?
I am a red drum which sounds without being touched, and grows silent, when touched. What am I?
What an fill a room but takes up no space?