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The more you take the more you leave behind. What are they?
My days are numbered.
I am black white and read all over.
I've got a beautiful beautiful hall all walled in red velvet with all white armchairs made of bone and in the middle a woman dances.
I am round as an apple, deep as a cup. All the King's horses can't pull me up. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?