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I'm not alive but I have 5 fingers what am i
The epic tale of two women battling over a sparkly pair of shoes.
Words come out of it, aligned in perfect silence. A messenger of black on white, a slinky fellow drawing lines, of thin and soft graphite
A girl was ten on her last birthday, and will be twelve on her next birthday. How is this possible?
Its fleece is warm and wooly white. And when you lie awake at night, count it and you'll fall asleep. What is it?
The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads on them, And the mouth tastes them. What are they?