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I am the best thing that can happen after a stick hits a ball.
In buckles or lace, I help set the pace. The farther you go, the thinner I grow. What am I?
In my life I must bare, my bloodline I must share. What am I?
Deep, deep, do they go. Spreading out as they go. Never needing any air. They are sometimes as fine as hair.
I have a face but no eyes hands but no arms.
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?