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I go from house to house a messenger small and tight. Whether it rains or snows I sleep outside at night.
I am used to bat with, yet I never get a hit. I am near a ball, yet never thrown. What am I?
What belongs to you but others use it more than you do?
When you are inside me you will be encouraged to slam other cars.
I have thirteen hearts but no body or soul.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?