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Wind and cord combine, buzzing in the box. In all this we find, though to some the use is lost. What am I?
Everyone asks for me but yet everyone hates to face me. For someone I am agony, for others I am relief! What am I?
I repeat only the last word you say. The more I repeat, the softer I got. I cannot be seen but can be heard. What am I?
What building has the most stories?
No matter how much rain gets on me, I won't get any wetter. What am I?
The answer I give is yes, but what I mean is no. What was the question?