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The person who makes me doesn't need me. The person who buys me doesn't use me. The person who uses me doesn't know it. What am I?
I spend the day at the window go to the table for meals and hide at night.
I am an instrument you can hear but cannot touch or see. What am I?
I have memories, but none of my own. Whatever's on my inside is what is shown. If I'm ever different, it's because you changed me. I feel like a decoration, here for you to arrange me. What am I?
I have a frame but no picture. I have poles but not standing up
Why can't Kevin, who is now living in Canada, not be buried in the USA?