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I have fangs and enjoy piecing holes with a single bite.
I am what bring things together. Without me everything you see would be a total mass or debris everywhere.
I get paid when I drive away my customers. What am I?
My days are numbered. What am I?
I have a name written on me, but it isnβt my name. Men plant me, but I never grow. They look at me and see their future, rotting in my bloom.
It has no top or bottom, but it can hold flesh, bones, and blood all at the same time.