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What Botox will do to your expression.
Each morning I appear to lie at your feet, all day I follow no matter how fast you run. Yet I nearly perish in the midday sun.
A tiny bead, like fragile glass, strung along a cord of grass.
Sometimes imaginary and sometimes real, sometimes they are the closest and dearest person outside the family. Who are they?
I have eighty-eight keys but cannot open a single door? What am I?
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.
Easy
Animal
Difficult
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?