Riddle: Upon me you can tread, though softly under cover. And I will take you places, that you have yet to discover. I'm high, and I'm low, though flat in the middle. And though a joy to the children, adults think of me little.
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Riddle: When they are caught, they are thrown away. When they escape, you itch all day. What are they?
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