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My first is second in line; I send shivers up your spine; not quite shining bright I glitter in the light.
I am quick when I'm thin. I am slow when I'm fat. Wind is my worst nightmare. What am I?
My geometry is lost in the night to be found in daylight's break. The rigors of time have torn me to shreds, yet I stand to protect that which lies within. What am I?
The sun bakes me, the hand breaks me, the foot treads on me, and the mouth tastes me. What am I?
I hold two people together but touch only one. What am I?
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