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I belong to you but others use me more often than you do. What am I?
I belong to you but others use me more often than you do
I go up, let out a load and then go back down. What am I?
I am a small paradise surrounded by dryness and heat.
Four fingers and a thumb, yet flesh and blood I have none. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?