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People need me, yet they give me away every day. 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 am all around, yet to me you are half blind. Sunlight makes me invisible and difficult to find. What am I?
In Paris but not in France the thinnest of its siblings.
In all the world, none can compare, I am a tiny weaver; my deadly cloth so silky and fair. What am I?
Lynn likes grapes but not potatoes. She likes squash but not lettuce, and she likes peas but not onions. Following the same rule, will she like pumpkins or apples?