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My first is second in lineอพ I send shivers up your spineอพ not quite shining bright I glitter in the light.
It is the great nemesis of the lactose intolerant.
A dagger thrust at my own heart, dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand, and right I yield, to the twisting of the blade.
What goes through the door without pinching itself? What sits on the stove without burning itself? What sits on the table and is not ashamed?
Who is it that rows quickly with four oars, but never comes out from under his own roof?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?