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I take off my clothes when you put on your clothes. I put on my clothes when you take off your clothes. What am I?
I can point in every direction but can't reach the destination by myself. What am I?
I twist and turn and leaves a loop
My first is high my second damp my whole a tie a writer's cramp.
To you, rude would I never be, though I flag my tongue for all to see. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?