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I am easy to see but no one likes looking at me. Without me there would be no you. I can make you complain or make you happy. But you almost always take me for-granted.
I stink up your breath and fights evil vampires
I can't go left, I can't go right. I am forever stuck in a building over three stories high. What am I?
I am in truth a yellow fork from tables in the sky by inadvertent fingers dropped the awful cutlery. Of mansions never quite disclosed and never quite concealed the apparatus of the dark to ignorance revealed.
I can be cracked made told and played.
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