Everyday Objects
I steal your face each morning, then give it back in pieces. The wetter you make me, the less I can help. What am I?
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I show you a face, but it is never mine. I grow dull when touched, yet a soft cloth brings my truth back. What everyday object am I?
I make you smaller every time you use me, yet I am bought to help you grow. What am I?
I sit beside your work and watch every mistake. I erase nothing, yet I carry the evidence away. What am I?
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I travel with your keys but open no lock. I hold your name, yet I cannot speak. I circle your finger only when I am not on your keys. What am I?
I stand beside your plate but never eat. I wear a coat yet have no arms. I may hold a storm, though I never make it rain. What am I?
I help you open doors, but the more I help, the smaller I become. What am I?
I stand beside you all day, copying every move you make. Yet I disappear the moment you need me in the dark. What am I?
I swallow your words, keep them safe, and never speak them back. I grow thinner as I work harder. What am I?
I sit beside you at every meal, yet I never eat. I wear a jacket but have no arms. When I am full, I am most useful. What am I?
I live between pages but never read. I hold your place, yet I have no hands. Pull me out, and I may tell you where you stopped. What am I?
I arrive only after someone has finished, yet I am never invited. I may wear a paper hat, carry a bone, or hide beneath a peel. What am I?
I wait in a row, each holding the same secret. Twist one of us, and the secret comes out in a spiral. What am I?
I hug your papers without tape or glue. I bend my two arms back to let go. What am I?
I carry your weight all day, yet I never take a step. I rest beneath you, but when I am worn through, you notice me everywhere. What am I?
I sit on a desk and beat without hands. I grow quieter as I work, yet when I stop, people rush to find me. What am I?
I have a mouth but never eat. I welcome keys, yet I am not a door. Turn what enters me, and a room becomes private. What am I?
I live in a pot but never need a drink. I hold a sharp secret and make loose things stay together. What am I?
I stand by the door and swallow wet footprints, but I never take a step. What am I?
