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I am whole but incomplete. I have no eyes yet I see. You can see and see right through me. My largest part is one fourth of what I once was.
In a tunnel of darkness lies a beast of iron. I can only attack when pulled back. What am I?
I am black, white, and read all over. What am I?
I am always hungry I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red.
I am easy to see but no one likes looking at me. Without me there would be no you. I can make you complain or make you happy. But you almost always take me for-granted.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?