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You can read me both ways I wear; One way it's a number reversed a snare.
I save lives on the ground and in the air. What am I?
I had a bright start but I couldn't take the pressure. I consume everything yet I don't eat anything.
Lighter than what I am made of, more of me is hidden than is seen. What am I?
I'm a kind of cup that doesn't hold water, but makes a lot of noise repeatedly. What am I?
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.