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There is someone, and there is always another, for without the other, there wouldn't be one
My life can be measured in hours. I serve by being devoured. Thin, I am quick. Fat, I am slow. Wind is my foe.
What goes through a door but never goes in. And never comes out?
My sides are firmly laced about, Yet nothing is withinΝΎ You'll think my head is strange indeed, Being nothing else but skin.
A leathery snake, with a stinging bite. I'll stay coiled up, unless I must fight.
I have two bodies joined together as one. When standing still I run and run.