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I can swim but never get wet. I can run but never get tired. I follow you everywhere but never say a word.
There are four of us but it seems like everyone loves spades the most.
When you take away the whole from me, there is always some left. What am I?
Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust. What am I?
I have three feet but I cannot walk. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?