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I am always in front of you, but you will never see me. What am I?
There is one in a minute two in a moment and none in a thousand years. What is it?
I may seem real but it always turns out I was never there in the first place... you only see me during a certain resting stage.
I'm the source of all emotion but I'm caged in a white prison.
*forward* *backwards*is what I do all day. I come in all different shapes and sizes. I can be scary and I can calm you down.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?