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I have a name written on me, but it isn’t my name. Men plant me, but I never grow. They look at me and see their future, rotting in my bloom.
I rise and fall no matter what, only at finals rest do I not budge. What am I?
Though I am dark Adam married me.
I went into the woods and got it. I sat down to seek it. I brought it home with me because I couldn’t find it. What is it?
What’s a tornado’s favorite game?
What is Mrs. Right’s first name?