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When you take away the whole from me there is always some left.
I contain five little items of an everyday sort. You can find all five in a tennis court.
I will disappear every time you say my name.
Every night I'm told what to do, and each morning I do what I'm told. But I still don't escape your scold. What am I?
In prison I'll be found. But I would never go to court Unless there's more than one
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?