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I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken.
People are hired to get rid of me. I'm often hiding under your bed. In time I'll always return you see. Bite me and you're surely dead.
What breaks on the water but never on the land?
What is that which, though black itself, enlightens the world without burning?
Many hear me, but no one sees me, and I only speak when spoken to
Why is the letter B always cool?