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I can fly but I have no wings. I can cry but I have no eyes. Wherever I go darkness follows me.
I have fangs and enjoy piecing holes with a single bite.
In my yard there's a bed with no pillows a trunk with no clothes a branch with no leaves. What am I looking at?
You write on me and secrets I can keep. In places never seen. I spin like a top. Though stiff as a board I'm often described like a mop.
I'm a ruler with 12 agents. Half of them work in the darkness. Who am I?
Why is the letter B always cool?