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Lighter than what I am made of, more of me is hidden than is seen. What am I?
When I am caught I am thrown away. When I escape you itch all day.
What breaks when you say its name?
Until I am measured, I am not known. Yet, how you miss me when I have flown. What Am I?
You can never eat me for breakfast or lunch. What am I?
Why was the cook arrested?