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I have more shoes than anybody but less feet than everyone. I am met in the morning but departed in the night. I may shake as if I'm angry but I won't bite.
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. What am I?
If two is company and three is a crowd, what is four and five?
My first is second in line; I send shivers up your spine; not quite shining bright I glitter in the light.
I am a tale in childrens' minds. Though an illusion, I occur every night. I give them a fantasy, I give them a fright. What am I?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?