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My first is second in line; I send shivers up your spine; not quite shining bright I glitter in the light.
I am the kind of food monkey likes and people slip on me and fall in cartoons.
The warmer I am the fresher I am.
I am heavy forward but backward I'm not.
I am there when you sit, but gone when you stand. What am I?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?