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I run around the streets all day. Under the bed or by the door I sit at night never alone. my tongue hangs out waiting to be fed during the day.
I have hands but cannot clap. What am I?
I have more shoes than anybody, but less feet than everyone. I am met in the morning, but departed in the night. I may shake as if I'm angry, but I won't bite. What am I?
What goes up and down but does not move?
I am the key that is the hardest to turn
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?