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Clichés Gone Wrong 2
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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