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Die without me, never thank me. Walk right through me, never feel me. Always watching, never speaking. Always lurking, never seen.
Who lives in a house with one bedroom, 50 hallways, and ghosts lurking everywhere?
We are five little objects of an everyday sort. You will find us all in a tennis court.
When young, I am sweet in the sun. When middle-aged, I make you gay. When old, I am valued more than ever.
What has roots that nobody sees, and is taller than trees. Up, up it goes, and yet it never grows.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?