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I have more shoes than anybody, but less feet than everyone. I am met in the morning, but departed in the night. I may shake as if I'm angry, but I won't bite. What am I?
What is the word that even in plain sight remains hidden?
I store fire-breathing animals.
I am black, white, and read all over. What am I?
I go inside boots and outside shoes.
What begins and has no end? What is the ending of all that begins?