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I can generate fear and some say I come out of your ears. I am as quiet as a mouse but not welcomed in the house.
I stink in living but when dead smells good.
The more you add the less it weighs. What is it?
I have no life but I can die. What am I?
What is the musical part of a turkey?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?