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You can catch me but cannot throw me. What am I?
I can go through glass without breaking it.
You may enter, but you may not come in. I have space, but no room, I have keys, but open no lock. What am I?
Everyone asks for me but yet everyone hates to face me. For someone I am agony, for others I am relief! What am I?
What can travel around the world while staying in a corner?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?