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My first child was a rebel. He is estranged from us. My second used to be much closer to me, but we are losing touch.

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My first child was a rebel. He is estranged from us.
My second used to be much closer to me, but we are losing touch.
My third is similar in temperament to my second, but smarter, although sometimes he lets my second persuade him into doing things for him.
My fourth is quite a snappy dresser, and is very popular.
My fifth is the strongest, and the most help around the home.
My sixth and seventh are quite similar, but my seventh is friendlier. My sixth and fifth don't get on well.
My eighth likes to keep an air of mystery about herself.
I keep my baby closest to me. He can be very temperamental.

What is my name?

PS: please provide explanation of the answer...

posted Feb 2, 2016 by anonymous

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My name is SUN

answer Feb 4, 2016 by anonymous
Good one, Will you like to explain the answer.



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