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I can go through glass without breaking it.
You hold my tail while I fish for you. What am I?
I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind. What am I?
I am known for my natural tuxedo and marching. What am I?
I am the type of room you cannot enter or leave. Raise from the ground below I could be poisonous or a delicious treat.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?