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I'm written with two letters, said with one and seen with two. What am I?
What room do ghosts avoid?
Wind and cord combine, buzzing in the box. In all this we find, though to some the use is lost. What am I?
Never resting, never still. Moving silently from hill to hill. It does not walk, run or trot. All is cool where it is not. What is it?
I am as hard as metal, yet as flimsy as glass. I shine like a star, yet I am only a rock. What am I?
What made Cyclops quit teaching?