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You throw me out when you use me and take me in when you are done.
I am in truth a yellow fork from tables in the sky by inadvertent fingers dropped the awful cutlery. Of mansions never quite disclosed and never quite concealed the apparatus of the dark to ignorance revealed.
I am as hard as metal, yet as flimsy as glass. I shine like a star, yet I am only a rock. What am I?
I am a nut with a hole
Four fingers and a thumb, yet flesh and blood I have none. What am I?
Whatโs a carpetโs favorite sport?