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I am black when you buy me, red when you use me. When I turn white, you know it's time to throw me away. What am I?
I am slim and tall many find me desirable and appealing they touch me and I give a false good feeling once I shine in splendor but only once and then no more for many I am to die for.
I can point in every direction but can't reach the destination by myself. What am I?
Why is leather armor best for sneaking?
I am what brings things together. Without me everything you see would be a total mass or debris everywhere. What am I?
The answer I give is yes, but what I mean is no. What was the question?