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I am wood that is neither hard straight or crooked
I am lighter than air, but a hundred people cannot lift me. Careful, I am fragile. What am I?
My days are numbered.
The last man on Earth received a phone call, who was the caller?
My voice is tender, my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go, I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?