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Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
My first is second in lineอพ I send shivers up your spineอพ not quite shining bright I glitter in the light.
What is it that was given to you, belongs only to you. And yet your friends use it more than you do?
Late afternoons I often bathe. I'll soak in water piping hot. My essence goes through. My see through clothes. Used up am I - I've gone to pot.
A word I know, six letters it contains. Subtract just one and twelve remains.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?