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Break me and I am better, immediately set and harder to be broken again. What am I?
My first is second in line; I send shivers up your spine; not quite shining bright I glitter in the light.
I am the kind of an ant that's good at math. What am I?
I'm a word that's hardly there. Take away my start and I'm an herbal flair. What am I?
Tool of thief, toy of queen. Always used to be unseen. Sign of joy, sign of sorrow. Giving all likeness borrowed.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?