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You heard me before and then again. Afterward I die, until you call me again. What am I?
Crooked as a rainbow and slick as a plate ten thousand horses can't pull me straight.
I cannot be felt seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.
Light me up in backyard gatherings
People see through me, but none pass through without killing me. I can be anywhere, and can be seen double or single. What am I?
Why was the cook arrested?