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I have eighty-eight keys but cannot open a single door? What am I?
Sitting down you have it, Standing up you don't.
He died for people's entertainment.
You might accuse someone living with a stolen identity of being this.
It can be done to buttons and shopping carts. What is it?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?