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What gets sharper the more you use it?
I pass before the sun but make no shadow. What am I?
I have memories but none of my own whatever's on my inside is what is shown. If I'm ever different it's because you changed me I feel like a decoration here for you to arrange me.
Although a human shape I wear Mother I never had; And though no sense nor life I share in finest silks I'm clad. By every miss I'm valued much beloved and highly prized; still my cruel fate is such by boys I am often despised.
The more it dries, the wetter it becomes. What is it?
Why is the letter B always cool?