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This web page parenthetical-thoughts.blogspot.com states the following, "Random musings on life, technology, and the intersection thereof." We saw that the webpage said " Sunday, May 22, 2016." It also said " A quick and dirty medical dictionary for your Mac. I work on a lot of health IT projects at work and, as such, I face a constant stream of red squiggles provided by the spellcheck utilities of almost every major editor. Over the years, Ive built up quite a few User Dictionaries by adding terms to each spellchecker one-by-one. And its just a simple text file with one term per line. And download the Lexicon text b."SEEK SIMILAR DOMAINS
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