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A dagger thrust at my own heart dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand and right I yield to the twisting of the blade. What am I?
Born in the ocean and white as snow. When I fall back to water, I disappear without a trace. What am I?
hide me from your parents if you have done bad academically this year.
What is harder to catch the faster you run?
Where did the baseball keep its lemonade?
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.