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I cannot be bought, cannot be sold, even if I'm sometimes made of gold. What am I?
Before I grow I'm small. When I'm old I grow tall. When I die I give a mighty fall.
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?
What building has the most stories?
I have been the beginning of ideas for all time yet I am just one simple small object the things that you can use me for can be frustrating and also I can be pretty. I have some of the most valuable thing in the world on me yet almost everyone owns me.
I break away from my pack. I create holes in my victims. I can travel for miles and then disappear. I am part of a dying breed. What am I?