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What is the thing which, once poured out, cannot be gathered again?
At night I come without being fetched. By day I am lost without being stolen.
Give it food and it will live, give it water and it will die.
One day a little boy named John went over to his parents and said that he wanted to shoot people and blow them up. His parents were really proud of his career choice. What does John want to do?
Someone walked into a room and you heard a crash! Someone died. What happened?
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?