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Die without me, never thank me. Walk right through me, never feel me. Always watching, never speaking. Always lurking, never seen. What am I?
I smell like blue paint pours like green paint and I look like a red truck.
I am the place to turn to when nature calls. What am I?
I may be made of metal bone or wood and have many teeth. My bite hurts no one and the ladies love me.
I am the home for feathery animals.
If I say "everything I tell you is a lie", am I telling you the truth or a lie?