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Everyone asks for me but yet everyone hates to face me. For someone I am agony, for others I am relief! What am I?
I can be swallowed, but I can also swallow you. What am I?
I think you live beneath a roof that is upheld by me; I think you seldom walk abroad but my fair form you see; I close you in on every side you very dwelling pave and probably I'll go with you At last into the grave.
I am a band that does not perform sing or act.
I'm a precious stone in a pack of cards. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?