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I belong to you but others use me more often than you do
I always have to work with something in my eye.
I wear a red robe, with staff in hand and a stone in my throat. What am I?
I can be sweet or sour. I do not rhyme with any other word
I am a million people's wakeup call, gossip party and adrenaline rush. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?