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I am an odd number. Take away a letter and I become even. What number am I?
In the sun I like to play; in the rain I goes away; walk or run I always follow; in the mud I always wallow.
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies I scream in celebration Yet moments later my outburst through I am naught but imagination.
I touch the Earth, I touch the sky, but if I touch you, you’ll likely die. What am I?
Although it sounds like I work on a transportation device I actually work in a restaurant.
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.