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I can sizzle like bacon, I am made with an egg. I peel layers like onions, but still remain whole. I can be long, like a flagpole, yet fit in a hole. What am I?
I don't have eyes, but once I did see. Once I had thoughts, but now I'm white and empty. What am I?
The more I dry, the wetter I get. What am I?
You kick me, you punch me, and you beat me up all class. When you leave, you don't even say thanks for allowing you to beat me up. What am I?
I am natureβs way of applauding lightning.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?