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People are hired to get rid of me. I'm often hiding under your bed. In time I'll always return you see. Bite me and you're surely dead.
I have five letters and people eat me. When you remove my first letter I become a crime. Remove my first two letters and I am an animal. If you remove my first and last letters I'm a form of music
What flares up and does a lot of good, and when it dies is just a piece of wood?
What flies without wings? What passes all things? What mends all sorrow? What brings the morrow?
As a whole, I am both safe and secure. Behead me, I become a place of meeting. Behead me again, I am the partner of ready. Restore me, I become the domain of beasts.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?