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Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave He had heard many of his customers talking about 'repetitive strain injury' over the years and he was sure that, if he was capable, he too would suffer this - especially with the industrial tooling he carried around everywhere that he went. - Quote by Stephen Craig

He had heard many of his customers talking about ‘repetitive strain injury’ over the years and he was sure that, if he was capable, he too would suffer this – especially with the industrial tooling he carried around everywhere that he went.

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