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Tear me off and scratch my head what once red is now black.
You can never eat me for breakfast or lunch. What am I?
I am a place where time is told. I am not bought and I am not sold. What am I?
What goes through towns and over hills but never moves?
I have a head tail but no arms and legs.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?