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I go through a door but never go in, and never come out. What am I?
My first two letters say my name. My last letter asks a question. What I embrace I destroy.
I am a fruit with seed on the outside. What am I?
Wind and cord combine, buzzing in the box. In all this we find, though to some the use is lost. What am I?
What can you lose that will cause other people to lose theirs too?
I saw the dead bring forth the living. I saw the living bring forth the dead. What did I see?