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I make billions of dollars selling windows. Who am I?
What's the capital of France?
I come in different colors and shapes. Some parts of me are curvy some are straight. You can put me anywhere you like but there is only one right place for me.
I have a name written on me, but it isnβt my name. Men plant me, but I never grow. They look at me and see their future, rotting in my bloom.
A hundred arms, a thousand fingers, but I have no eyes to see where I linger. What am I?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?