I don't know if it was the heat from the lights or the gotcha look on Nancy Nolan's face that had me sweating the most. All I know is that I felt a thousand times more uncomfortable than the first time I sat on her stage when she was all sweetness until the very end.
This was my second time on Nancy Nolan's show, the second time I had named someone as my baby's daddy, the second DNA test.
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