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You throw me away, I find my way back. Traditionally, I'm wooden with an arch in my back. What am I?
I'm sometimes white and always wrong. I can break a heart and hurt the strong. I can build love and tear it down. I can make a smile, but more often bring a frown. What am I?
I let water fall on you while everyone else stays dry.
I belong to you but others use me more often than you do. What am I?
The dirtier I get, the whiter I am. What am I?
What did the baby corn say to its mother?