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I wear a red robe with staff in hand and a stone in my throat.
My days are numbered. What am I?
I am lighter than air, but a hundred people cannot lift me. Careful, I am fragile. What am I?
Find me on body builders or in the drink aisle.
People walk in and out of me. They push me and I follow. When they walk out on me I close up and I stay waiting for the next person to walk into my life when I have a more open mind
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?