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Iβm hard as a rock and as light as a feather. Iβm passed on to one another. Poor people need me and rich people have me.
I'm not alive but I grow I don't have lungs but I need air I don't have a mouth but water can kill me. What am I?
I am owned by every man, though my length differs. Their wives use me after getting married. What am I?
I am a creature with a βtightβ name.
What is easy to get into but hard to get out of?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?