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You throw me away, I find my way back. Traditionally, I'm wooden with an arch in my back. What am I?
The more you add the less it weighs. What is it?
Part carbon, part water, I am poison to the fishes. Many falsely claim my name, I am the pause that refreshes. What am I?
What can you hold in your right hand but not in your left hand?
I can be red blue purple and green. No one can reach me not even the queen.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?