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This guy crossed a road and everyone wants an explanation.
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 man who was outside in the rain without an umbrella or hat didn't get a single hair on his head wet. Why?
I am quick when I'm thin. I am slow when I'm fat. Wind is my worst nightmare. What am I?
What goes up and down stairs without moving?
Whoever made me don't want me. Whoever bought me don't need me. Whoever use me don't know me.