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My life can be measured in hours, I serve by being devoured. Thin, I am quick. Fat, I am slow. Wind is my foe.
A seed am I, three letters make my name. Take away two and I still sound the same.
Once they sailed the sea, now they surf the web
What goes further the slower it goes?
If you throw a bottle of wine, a carton of juice and a can of soda at someoneβs head, which one will hurt the least?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?