Riddle: I can be created by humans, but they cannot control me. I suck on wood, paper and flesh alike. I can be more of a hindrance than help. To my creators, I seem to be everywhere at once. What am I?
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Riddle: I fly, yet I have no wings. I cry, yet I have no eyes. Darkness follows me wherever I go. What am I
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Riddle: I move from place to place, a friend to those who need a space. What am I?
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