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The more you look at me The less you see.
In all the world none can compare I am a tiny weaver my deadly cloth so silky and fair.
rub me and a genie might appear
I am the ultimate killing machine used not once but TWICE I can be made by humans.
I have an eye but I cannot see. What am I?
A man goes out in heavy rain with nothing to protect him from it. His hair doesn't get wet. How does he do that?