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I am enjoyed with a pot and some pointy sticks.
I make billions of dollars selling windows. Who am I?
I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken. What am I?
My voice is tender my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say.
In Paris but not in France the thinnest of its siblings.
It rows quickly with four oars but never comes out from under his own roof. What is it?