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I've been around for millions of years, but I am no more than a month old. What am I?
The more you take of me the more you leave behind.
What is always coming but never arrives?
cats and deflation tires make this noise.
I am a mother from a family of eight. Spins around all day despite my weight. Had a ninth sibling before founding out it's fake.
My days are numbered. What am I?