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Even if you throw it away, it still comes back.
You might accuse someone living with a stolen identity of being this.
This is a dish containing beans, sometimes baked but, despite the name, usually stewed, in a sauce
I travel the world and I am drunk constantly. Who am I?
What is filled with air and sometimes a gas, tied to a string and often seen on your birthday?
I repeat only the last word you say. The more I repeat, the softer I got. I cannot be seen but can be heard. What am I?