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A young man wants to have me but when he has me he no longer wants me. Blade in hand he attacks me and does his best to remove me. Yet he knows that it is all in vain.
I go in hard come out soft. Blow me hard and I’ll make a pop.
I beam, I shine, I sparkle white. I'll brighten the day with a single light. I'll charm and enchant all. I'll bring the best in you all. What am I?
I have numbers on my face but can't find 13 any place. What am I?
I have a straight back and sharp teeth to cut objects.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?