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I am the kind of nut that is empty at the center and has no shell.
I am a time for gathering crops. Remove the first three letters and I become an object you can wear.
I can go through glass without breaking it. What am I?
A dagger thrust at my own heart dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand and right I yield to the twisting of the blade. What am I?
I'm an old relative who's hand's can't hold anything and eyes canβt see anything
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?