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I can be driven but have no wheels. I can be sliced but still remains whole
I run up and down the stairs without moving
A dagger thrust at my own heart dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand and right I yield to the twisting of the blade. What am I?
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 can fall off a building and live, but in water I will die. What am I?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?