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I always murmur but never talk. Always run but never walk. I have a bed but never sleep, have a mouth but never speak. What am I?
I twist and turn and leave a loop. What am I?
I go through a door but never go in and never come out.
Where did the baseball keep its lemonade?
I hold two meanings. With one I may be broken, with the other I hold on. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?