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Everyone asks for me but yet everyone hates to face me. For someone I am agony for others I am relief. Who am I?
The more it dries the wetter it gets. What is it?
I am a fruit with seed on the outside.
The person who makes it sells it. The person who buys it never uses it. The person who uses it never sees it. What is it?
What is the difference between a poorly dressed man on a bike, and a well-dressed man on a unicycle?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?