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I am expelled from you orally with a sound
I am a king who's good at measuring stuff. What am I?
I cannot be felt seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.
I'm a word that's hardly there. Take away my start and I'm an herbal flair. What am I?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?
Why was the cook arrested?