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I can go through glass without breaking it. What am I?
What can one catch that is not thrown?
My days are numbered.
Soft and cuddly I'll pull on your heart. But take my last name and I'll tear you apart.
I have a tongue, but cannot speak. I have a bed but cannot sleep. I have four legs but cannot walk. Yet I move as you do. What am I?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?