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I am a shiny metal sheet that covers BBQ food.
I am an instrument capable of making numerous sound but cannot be touched or seen.
Upon your lonely journey I accompany you, whether you travel through endless mountains or seas of blue. Wherever you go, I keep your place. Lost you're not, when I'm embraced. What am I?
I have three feet but I cannot walk. What am I?
I look like a tiny trombone
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?