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When I point up itβs bright. When I point down itβs dark.
I like to twirl my body but keep my head up high. After I go in everything becomes tight
I can point in every direction but can't reach the destination by myself. What am I?
I am owned by every man, though my length differs. Their wives use me after getting married. What am I?
My second is performed by my first. A thief by the marks of my whole might be caught. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?