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I have memories, but none of my own. Whatever's on my inside is what is shown. If I'm ever different, it's because you changed me. I feel like a decoration, here for you to arrange me. What am I?
Break me and I am better, immediately set and harder to be broken again. What am I?
I work when I play and play when I work
What goes around the wood but never goes into the wood?
I stay where I am when I go off. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?