An overused cliché.

Be it a ring in the cake, a stereotypical place in the house or an overused phrase, clichés are inevitable. Why do we detest them as much as we do?

How often do you think about me?

When someone touches your hair/Laughs at your jokes/Hurts you/Or just watches you giggle endlessly [..]

Kafka, Chekhov and guns.

Kafka, Chekhov and guns He kept the book on a dusty table, and looked up. The sun was on top of his head now, almost…

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