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I am as hard as metal, yet as flimsy as glass. I shine like a star, yet I am only a rock. What am I?
I am a band that does not perform sing or act.
As I went over London Bridge I met my sister Jenny; I broke her neck and drank her blood and left her standing empty.
I am a chair that can move. What am I?
Teenage girls are pros at creating me. Learn me in classes.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?