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hide me from your parents if you have done bad academically this year.
What two things can you never eat for breakfast?
I reach for the sky, but clutch to the ground. Sometimes I leave, but I am always around. What am I?
Every dawn begins with me. At dusk I'll be the first you see and daybreak couldn't come without. What midday centers all about. Daises grow from me I'm told. And when I come I end all code but in the sun I won't be found. Yet still each day I'll be around.
I regularly change shape yet remain a sphere. I am always there but not often seen. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?