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I have memories, but none of my own. Whatever's on my inside is what is shown. If I'm ever different, it's because you changed me. I feel like a decoration, here for you to arrange me. What am I?
I hide but my head is outside. What am I?
What is it called when a cat wins a dog show?
I lose my head in the morning and regain back it at night.
I begin and have no end and I end all that begins. What am I?
The answer I give is yes, but what I mean is no. What was the question?