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I have more shoes than anybody, but less feet than everyone. I am met in the morning, but departed in the night. I may shake as if I'm angry, but I won't bite. What am I?
What gets bigger when more is taken away?
I can't go left, I can't go right. I am forever stuck in a building over three stories high. What am I?
I think you live beneath a roof that is upheld by me; I think you seldom walk abroad but my fair form you see; I close you in on every side you very dwelling pave and probably I'll go with you At last into the grave.
I ask no questions but receive a lot of answers. What am I?
I break away from my pack. I create holes in my victims. I can travel for miles and then disappear. I am part of a dying breed. What am I?