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Goes over all the hills and hollows, Bites hard, but never swallows.
My first is second in line; I send shivers up your spine; not quite shining bright I glitter in the light.
No matter how hard you hit me, no matter how much I hurt, I'll always go for a laugh. What am I?
What can you break even if you never touch it?
I am a million peopleβs wakeup call
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?