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I make you weak at the worst of all times. I keep you safe I keep you fine. I make your hands sweat and your heart grow cold. I visit the weak but seldom the bold.
The person who makes me doesn't need me. The person who buys me doesn't use me. The person who uses me doesn't know it. What am I?
Born in the ocean and white as snow. When I fall back to water I disappear without a trace.
Wind and cord combine, buzzing in the box. In all this we find, though to some the use is lost. What am I?
I am a sound made by felines when petted.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?