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I move without wings, between silken strings. I leave as you find my substance behind. What am I?
What time of day, when written in a capital letters, is the same forwards, backwards, and upside down?
When you take away the whole from me there is always some left.
I live above a star who never burns. I have 11 neighbors but they never turn. My initials are p q r and sometimes s.
I can sizzle like bacon, I am made with an egg. I peel layers like onions, but still remain whole. I can be long, like a flagpole, yet fit in a hole. What am I?
Lynn likes grapes but not potatoes. She likes squash but not lettuce, and she likes peas but not onions. Following the same rule, will she like pumpkins or apples?