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Though I wander the earth, I am no longer here. I am pale and I chill everyone near. Who am I?
A precious fluid, thicker than water.
Take one out and scratch my head, I am now black but once was red.
If you have it, you want to share it. If you share it, you don't have it.
When can someone truthfully tell someone βwell doneβ but think they did a bad job?
It's what light turns into in the night