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Men have one, women two, and when they become family, it’s three. What is it?
who do you think you know but sometimes you don't
I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken.
Always old, sometimes new. Never sad, sometimes blue. Never empty, sometimes full. Never pushes, always pulls.
My first is second in line; I send shivers up your spine; not quite shining bright I glitter in the light.
What do you called a sad coffee?