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Born of sorrow, grow with age, you need a lot of me to be a sage. What am I?
Walk on the living, they donβt even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?
Which word is the odd one out: first second third fourth fifth sixth seventh eighth?
The eight of us go forth not back to protect our king from a foe's attack. What are we?
I am easy to waste. I am unstoppable. What am I?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?