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I have memories, but none of my own. Whatever's on my inside is what is shown. If I'm ever different, it's because you changed me. I feel like a decoration, here for you to arrange me. What am I?
I am shared by goats devils and unicorns.
My first is second in line; I send shivers up your spine; not quite shining bright I glitter in the light.
I crushed on Wendy Darling.
An open ended barrel I am shaped like a hive. I am filled with the flesh and the flesh is alive.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?