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I tell people to be careful when handling boxes.
I go in hard come out soft. Blow me hard and Iβll make a pop.
I donβt forget!
I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate, yet I have my own style of music. What am I?
I fill a room but take no space.
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.