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In all the world, none can compare, I am a tiny weaver; my deadly cloth so silky and fair. What am I?
I am a lunch money thief
Draw fire or fill me; I'm still empty.
I will disappear every time you say my name. What am I?
What goes all around the world but never leaves its corner?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?