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I am filled with garb the price is free. Just return what you don't need.
I am a shiny metal sheet that covers BBQ food.
I cut through evil like a double edged sword and chaos flees at my approach. Balance I single-handedly upraise through battles fought with heart and mind instead of with my gaze.
Canine children.
I am an instrument capable of making numerous sounds but cannot be touched or seen. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?