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I Have Worked On Pcs And On Macs And, While I Have My Preferences, I Don't Find It Crippling To Work On One Rather Than The Other.

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I Have Worked On Pcs And On Macs And, While I Have My Preferences, I Don't Find It Crippling To Work On One Rather Than The Other.

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