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I look at you, you look at me. I raise my right, you raise your left. What am I?
I have a title and many pages. I am a genteel of genteel descent. I am a killer veteran of war. I am a slave to my lord pledged to his service.
I am a word. I become longer when the third letter is removed.
I make billions of dollars selling windows. Who am I?
What is light as a feather but even the strongest man cannot hold it for more than a few minutes?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?