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My teeth are sharp, my back is straight, to cut things up it is my fate.
A slow, solemn square-dance of warriors feinting. One by one they fall, warriors fainting, thirty-two on sixty-four.
You heard me before, yet you hear me again, then I die. Until you call me again.
There are two bodies on the floor. They are surrounded by water and broken glass. How did they die?
What has 3 feet but cannot walk?
What do angels sing in the shower?