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Clichés Gone Wrong 2
Rome wasn’t built in a way
If it ain’t broke, don’t admit it
Quiet as a Scouse
One step at a chime
Hand over cyst
My first, my last, my highland fling
Follow your toes
Not in a month of sun’s rays
One small step for man, one giant leap for peace of mind
The apple doesn't fall far from the brie
All that glitters is not leasehold
A picture is worth a thousand nerds
Beggars can't be users
A bird in the hand is worth two in the tush
An apple a day keeps the doctor grey
Better safe than quarry
When in Rome, do as the Romans, brew
A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single quickstep
Necessity is the mother of suspension
Two wrongs don’t make a fight
Time waits for no van
There’s no smoke without a fryer
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