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I run around the streets all day. Under the bed or by the door I sit at night, never alone. My tongue hangs out, waiting to be fed during the day. What am I?
I help you carry your books.
I go up and never come down no matter how hard you wish. As I get higher, more wrinkles crawl on to the face. What am I?
My first though water cures no thirst my next alone has soul and when he lives upon my first he then is called my whole.
What side of a cat has the most fur?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?