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Three little letters. A paradox to some. The worse that it is, the better it becomes.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?
I am always in front of you, but you will never see me. What am I?
What contains zero calories, but if you consume it, you will probably gain weight?
My life can be measured in hours, I serve by being devoured. Thin, I am quick. Fat, I am slow. Wind is my foe.
What did the baby corn say to its mother?