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My body is timber and I am a boy among men. I have a nose without end and an insect for a friend. Who am I?
What divides by uniting and by dividing?
I'm a soft frozen food made with sweetened and flavored milk fat. I'm usually put in a waffle cone.
It get wetter and wetter the more it dries
Words come out of it, aligned in perfect silence. A messenger of black on white, a slinky fellow drawing lines, of thin and soft graphite
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?