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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.
I don't have eyes, but once I did see. Once I had thoughts, but now I'm white and empty.
What weaves webs as they grow?
I have a title and many pages I am a genteel of genteel descent I am a killer veteran of war I am a slave to my lord Pledged to his service.
What's black when you get it, red when you use it, and white when you're all through with it?
Lynn likes grapes but not potatoes. She likes squash but not lettuce, and she likes peas but not onions. Following the same rule, will she like pumpkins or apples?