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I can make arrows fly. I can make kites soar. What am I?
I am drawn by everyone without pen or pencil
I have a straight back and sharp teeth to cut objects.
I canβt go left I canβt go right. I am forever stuck in a building over three stories high.
A spirited jig I dance bright, banishing all but darkest night. Air can't kill me but water can. Share me, I won't get less unless wind ruins me. What am I?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?