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I widen my jaws when you poke two fingers in me. I especially like to devour papers
I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind. What am I?
I have a mouth on my head and eat everything.
You heard me before and then again. Afterward I die until you call me again.
Ten men's strength, ten men's length. Ten men can't break me, yet a young boy walks off with me. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?