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Men seize me from my home tear apart my flesh drink the sweet blood then cast my skin aside.
I am constantly overlooked by everyone but everyone has me. What am I?
If there is a bee in my hand, what is in my eye?
The eight of us go forth not back to protect our king from a foe's attack. What are we?
I am shared by goats devils and unicorns.
A man goes out in heavy rain with nothing to protect him from it. His hair doesn't get wet. How does he do that?