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The Reason That Clichs Become Clichs Is That They Are The Hammers And Screwdrivers In The Toolbox Of
The reason that clichés become clichés is that they are the hammers and screwdrivers in the toolbox of communication.
Guards! Guards! Terry Pratchett
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