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Everyone asks for me but yet everyone hates to face me. For someone I am agony, for others I am relief! What am I?
You went into the woods and got me. You sat down to seek me. You brought me home because you couldn't find me.
Never resting, never still. Moving silently from hill to hill. It does not walk, run or trot. All is cool where it is not. What is it?
I cannot be bought, cannot be sold, even if I'm sometimes made of gold. What am I?
Open me, and you can't see me without a mirror. Close me and you can't see me at all. What am I?
What gift should you give blind people, drunks, and nerds for Christmas?