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I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.
I will disappear every time you say my name.
I am the place where yesterday is always before today. What am I?
I am in the past, never in the future. I don't exist, but have existed. I saw what you saw, and this is what I will ever see. What am I?
What can be cracked before it's used?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?