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I pass before the sun, yet make no shadow. I'm all around you, but you cannot see me. What am I?
I am a king who's good at measuring stuff. What am I?
I look like a tiny trombone
cats and deflation tires make this noise.
I contain six letters, minus one and you got twelve. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?