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I am taken from a mine and shut in a wooden case from which I am never released. Yet I am used by almost everybody. What am I?
I do not contain flesh feather or scales; yet I have fingers and thumbs.
I'm white and I'm used for cutting and grinding. When I'm damaged people usually remove me. What am I?
I have been the beginning of ideas for all time yet I am just one simple small object the things that you can use me for can be frustrating and also I can be pretty. I have some of the most valuable thing in the world on me yet almost everyone owns me.
I am alive without breath and cold as death. I am never thirsty but always drinking. What am I?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?