I want my third act in SFO

Smote a brick mailbox, she hated me for that blame me for be loaded or drunk (was neither)
Ruined a tech’s week that administered my MRI.
Gather up my cancer kit of tools that included a go smacks of fear and a piss poor attitude.
I’m doing well in my 21st month pos-op. 2ndary tumor left on 4/4, she took a lot of stuff and the two reasons I recovered. Now I have an opportunity to come to SFO and persu a dream to speak with aide and evangelize the product that saved me!

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