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I am one with eight to spare, lest I lose my one. I'm not a number. What am I?
What goes through a door but never goes in and never comes out?
I fly when I'm born. I lie when I'm alive. I run when I'm dead. What am I?
I twist and turn and leaves a loop
You use me from your head to your toes. The more I work, the thinner I grow. What am I?
For our ambrosia we were blessed, By Jupiter, with a sting of death. Though our might, to some is jest, We have quelled the dragon's breath. Who are we?