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Some people avoid me some people count me some people just consume me
When I point up itβs bright. When I point down itβs dark.
In buckles or lace, I help set the pace. The farther you go, the thinner I grow. What am I?
I must be broken before you can use me.
I like to twirl my body but keep my head up high. After I go in everything becomes tight
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.