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Not my sister nor my brother but still the child of my mother and father. Who am I?
If you drive on this, pedestrians and the police will be pretty upset with you.
I travel the world and I am drunk constantly. Who am I?
A precious gift, yet it has no end, no beginning, and nothing in the middle.
What pulls you down and never lets go?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?