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I live off of a busy street. If you want, you can stay for an hour or two. But if you don't pay rent, I'll tell on you. What am I?
I am a shimmering field that reaches far. Yet I have no tracks and am crossed without paths.
What goes in the water black and comes out red?
What do you call a bear in the rain?
Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as my flesh, but my heart is made of stone. What am I?
It rows quickly with four oars but never comes out from under his own roof. What is it?