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Look into my face and I'm everybody. Scratch my back and I'm nobody.
The weapon of choice to create the biggest shock.
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
What is that you will break everytime you name it?
In Paris but not in France, the thinnest of its siblings.
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?