come into the office is the sun too much. let's draw the shades and hold all your calls. what do we have here all told it looks severe. but procedures are quite clear and recognized. allow me to be frank it suits our purposes to see your honesty. in the scientific world of medicine these minds agree in a theory. do you trust me. do you love me. all my patients really love these. your my patient do you love me. i want you to. i need you too. this is not a pep talk or strained forgery of faith and dignity. i'll be plain and not too cold. it's like a gift of quicksand not a death sentence on command. i hope you still can hear what's underneath. i'm grasping now for words. your lashes glance their damp tears no i'm not relaxed here. excuse my analogy to forgery but surgery is a theory. you come into a room. expecting doom and gloom. but families here have come together. made stronger while you're getting. the best minds of our generations. do you trust me. do you love me. all my patients really love these