Fill me with silver pieces and touch the right spot. Be patient love and things are sure to get hot. I'm almost always your second pick. But worry not, I always do the trick.
What am I?
When the weather is nice, people flock to me. but when it is stormy, they let me be. if you visit, you cannot leave me behind. For on your clothes and in your crevices, parts of me you'll find.
What am I?
In a bowl, a tasty treat. Off a block, like a second meet. In a tooth, smile no more. Off a wall, an eye sore.
What am I?
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