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Upon me you can tread, though softly under cover. And I will take you places, that you have yet to discover. I'm high, and I'm low, though flat in the middle. And though a joy to the children, adults think of me little.
I count time, but have no end. Tick tick, but I am not a clock. What am I?
Never alive but practically extinct. How we miss the letters pressing the ribbon of ink. What is it?
Being able to interpret the letters on this screen proves that you have this quality.
I have one, you have one. If you remove the first letter, a bit remains. If you remove the second, bit still remains. If you remove the third, it still remains.
A doctor might remove one from the neck of a Dracula victim.