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Hands she has but does not hold, teeth she has but does not bite, feet she has but they are cold, eyes she has but without sight. Who is she?
Words come out of it, aligned in perfect silence. A messenger of black on white, a slinky fellow drawing lines, of thin and soft graphite
I travel with deer all over the world and make the night special for all boys and girls. I happily drink milk and eat your cookies and then I give you all sorts of goodies. Who am I?
Lifeless eyes on my smiling face and watch your child's sleeping place. In their dreams they hold me tight. Who am I?
What is the sun’s favorite day of the week?
How do you know if a sniper likes you?