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Ripped from my mother's womb. Beaten and burned, I become a blood thirsty killer.
He has one and a person has two. A citizen has three. And a human being has four. A personality has five. And an inhabitant of earth has six.
Round like a dishpan and smaller than a bathtub. But the ocean can't fill it. What is it?
Whatβs black in the morning, red in the afternoon, and white at night?
There is an ancient invention. Still used in some parts of the world today. That allows people to see through walls.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?