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477I prick the hand that grasps too fast, my name grows shorter when I’m cast from one to many; count me twice, I lose a letter, not my spikes. What am I?
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328 477I prick the hand that grasps too fast, my name grows shorter when I’m cast from one to many; count me twice, I lose a letter, not my spikes. What am I?
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