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Of these things - I have two. One for me - and one for you. And when you ask about the price, I simply smile and nod twice.
What grows in winter, dies in summer, and grows roots upward?
What is weightless but takes two people to hold it?
What is it that makes tears without sorrow and takes its journey to heaven?
When can someone truthfully tell someone βwell doneβ but think they did a bad job?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?