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Teenage girls are pros at creating me. Learn me in classes.
Die without me, never thank me. Walk right through me, never feel me. What am I?
What is black when it's clean and white when it's dirty?
What is the beginning of eternity the end of time and space the beginning of every end and the end of every race?
I am a mother from a family of eight. I spin around all day despite my weight. Had a ninth sibling before founding out it was fake. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?