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I hold two people together but touch only one. What am I?
I go in hard come out soft. Blow me hard and I’ll make a pop.
I can be long or short. I can be grown or bought. I can be painted or left bare. My tip can be round or square. (one word)
The more you take, the more you leave behind. What are they?
The eight of us go forth not back to protect our king from a foe's attack. What are we?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?