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I crushed on Wendy Darling.
I can speak with my hard metal tongue. But I cannot breathe, for I have no lung. What am I?
You can never eat me for breakfast or lunch. What am I?
Soft, hairy, from door to door. I am the pet that always stays on the floor. 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. What am I?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?