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Take off my skin I won't cry but you will. What am I?
Never ahead, ever behind, yet flying swiftly past, for a child, I last forever, for adults, I'm gone too fast.
Skirts for men.
I have four fingers and a thumb, but I'm not living. What am I?
Although I am still, in families I run. I continue to live on in a living one. As one continues to draw breath, I will not rust. However, when one stops drawing breath, I will become mere dust. What am I?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?