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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’m a little crowd that lives in your pocket. Push one of us, and we speak without a voice. What are we?

I swallow your words, keep them safe, and never speak them back. I grow thinner as I work harder. 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 twin beside me. Together we open a path, but alone I only wait. 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 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 in a pot but never need a drink. I hold a sharp secret and make loose things stay together. What am I?

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 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 make you smaller every time you use me, yet I am bought to help you grow. 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 sit beside you when you rest, hold a small world at arm’s reach, and vanish into a wall when I’m not needed. 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 hang around when you need a hand, but I never lift a thing. I have five empty fingers and no bones. What am I?

I stand by the door and swallow wet footprints, but I never take a step. What am I?

I sit beside your work and watch every mistake. I erase nothing, yet I carry the evidence away. What am I?

I have a mouth but never eat, a handle but no hand, and I hold a warm secret until you take a sip. What am I?

I hug your papers without tape or glue. I bend my two arms back to let go. What am I?

I have one face that welcomes you in and another that sends you away. I swing without walking, and I keep a room private without saying a word. What am I?