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How do you know that?
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B-because there, um...
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I mean, there's a chance--
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- Spit it out! - Okay, mom, he lied about his blood type.
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- He what? - Yeah, I'm sorry, mom.
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You asked me to spit it out, so I spit it out.
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He lied about his blood type. I saw his medical records,
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- and then I went and confronted him about it. - Oh, my god.
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I'm sorry. Mom, I'm sorry. Just--okay, just--
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Oh, my god.
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Are you saying that he's Sarah's father?
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No, I'm not, mom.