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I come out of the earth, I am sold in the market. The one who buys me cuts my tail, takes off my suit of silk, and weeps beside me when I am dead. What am I?
I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers and crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me. What am I?
Tear me off and scratch my head, what once was red is black instead. What am I?
Against the sun I protect your eyes and am often worn on the face of spies
I am the building with the most number of stories.
Why is the letter B always cool?