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I have no life but I can die. What am I?
I am one with eight to spare, lest I lose my one. I'm not a number. What am I?
I had a bright start, but I couldn't take the pressure. I consume everything, yet I don't eat anything. What am I?
I am all around you, but you cannot see me. I have no throat, but you can hear me. Valued during summer but despised in the winter. What am I?
Crooked as a rainbow and slick as a plate, ten thousand horses can't pull me straight. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?