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A dagger thrust at my own heart dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand and right I yield to the twisting of the blade. What am I?
you need thousands of me to create a digital image.
Some people avoid me some people count me some people just consume me
Crooked as a rainbow and slick as a plate, ten thousand horses can't pull me straight. What am I?
I can sizzle like bacon, I am made with an egg. I peel layers like onions, but still remain whole. I can be long, like a flagpole, yet fit in a hole. What am I?
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.