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There is one in a minute two in a moment and none in a thousand years. What is it?
I'm many people's favorite place even though many don't remember their stay. You'll love to come but hate to leave if you get cold use my sleeves.
I move without wings, between silken strings. I leave as you find my substance behind. What am I?
Soft and cuddly I'll pull on your heart. But take my last name and I'll tear you apart.
I am one with eight to spare, lest I lose my one. I'm not a number. What am I?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?