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The more I dry, the wetter I get. What am I?
Without me everyone would lose their head. What am I?
Lighter than what I am made of. More of me is hidden than seen. What am I?
What can go up a chimney down but canβt go down a chimney up?
Although I am still, in families I run. I continue to live on in a living one. As one continues to draw breath, I will not rust. However, when one stops drawing breath, I will become mere dust. What am I?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?