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I walked and walked and at last I got it. I didn't want it. So I stopped and looked for it. When I found it, I threw it away.
I am always in front of you, but you will never see me. What am I?
If Teresa’s daughter is my daughter’s mother, who am I to Teresa?
Three little letters. A paradox to some. The worse that it is, the better it becomes.
Different lights do make me strange, thus into different sizes I will change
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?