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No matter how much rain gets on me, I won't get any wetter. What am I?
If you have me you want to share me. Once you share me you wonβt have me.
I am always around you but often forgotten. I am pure and clean most of the time, but occasionally rotten. What am I?
I can be driven but have no wheels. I can be sliced but still remains whole
I have a name written on me, but it isnβt my name. Men plant me, but I never grow. They look at me and see their future, rotting in my bloom.
I met a man and drew his name. He tipped his hat and played my game. What is his name?