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Whatβs black in the morning, red in the afternoon, and white at night?
What holds names and memories which are not its own?
I can ruin your day, or darken your life. And while I'm expected, I'm never alright. I'm bad for business, and worse for your hair. Wherever I am, there's something not there.
Covered in stone and sun. It's home to many but also none. What is it?
A word I know, six letters it contains. Subtract just one and twelve remains.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?