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I'm a word that's hardly there. Take away my start and I'm an herbal flair. What am I?
I cover what's real; hide what is true, but sometimes bring out the courage in you. What am I?
I am easy to waste and unstoppable. What am I?
I am a daily ritual involving using a metal tool on the body
Every night I'm told what to do, and each morning I do what I'm told. But I still don't escape your scold. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?