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If you happen to wear one of these warm garments around, you might get doused in red paint.
What has three ways out and just one way in?
What travels from house to house and is sometimes narrow and sometimes wide but always stays outside?
What measures out time until in time all is smashed to it?
When you stop and look, you can always see me. If you try to touch, you cannot feel me. I cannot move, but as you near me, I will move away from you.
It weighs next to nothing but no one can hold it for long. What is it?