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I am always in front of you, but yet I am never here. What am I?
The sun bakes me, the hand breaks me, the foot treads on me, and the mouth tastes me. What am I?
A trail, a union, together tied. Come across me and you will find you cannot change the course I'm on. Without me you cannot travel on. What am I?
I'm an old relative who's hand's can't hold anything and eyes canβt see anything
What side of a cat has the most fur?
How do you know if a sniper likes you?