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As a stone inside a tree, I’ll help your words outlive thee. But if you push me as I stand, the more I move the less I am.
The more it dries, the wetter it becomes. What is it?
I look like a tiny trombone
So cold damp and dark I am. To stay you would refrain yet those who occupy me do never complain.
What is easy to get into but hard to get out of?
If I say "everything I tell you is a lie", am I telling you the truth or a lie?