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I am a mountain at night meadow at day
I am the reaction after enjoying soda.
I have a name written on me, but it isnβt my name. Men plant me, but I never grow. They look at me and see their future, rotting in my bloom.
I had a bright start, but I couldn't take the pressure. I consume everything, yet I don't eat anything. What am I?
Soft, hairy, from door to door. I am the pet that always stays on the floor. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?