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Teenage girls are pros at creating me. Learn me in classes.
When I point up itβs bright. When I point down itβs dark.
I am flora, not fauna. I am foliage, not trees. I am shrubbery, not grass. What am I?
Never ahead, ever behind, yet flying swiftly past; for a child, I last forever; for an adult, I'm gone too fast. What am I?
What always goes to bed with its shoes on?
Though not a plant, has leaves. Though not a beast, has spine. Though many wouldn't need this thing, It's more valuable than wine.