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I travel in a gaggle.
I get paid to shoot people then blow them up.
I can never be stolen from you. I am owned by everyone. Some have more some have less.
Although I am still, in families I run. I continue to live on in a living one. As one continues to draw breath, I will not rust. However, when one stops drawing breath, I will become mere dust. What am I?
Sometimes I annoy you, sometimes you can't live without me. But no matter how hard you try, you can't destroy me. What am I?
What do you called a sad coffee?