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I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind. What am I?
It flies around all day but never goes anywhere? What is it?
When you take away the whole from me, there is always some left. What am I?
Roast, boast, coast, post. What do you put in a toaster?
I touch the Earth, I touch the sky, but if I touch you, you’ll likely die. What am I?
What is always coming but never arrives?