43. Only Mattie Stepanek could get away with gushy sentimentality and have people praise it for its insight. We were being NICE to a sick kid, okay?
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43. Only Mattie Stepanek could get away with gushy sentimentality and have people praise it for its insight. We were being NICE to a sick kid, okay?
Posted by Matthew Schmeer at 3:44 PM
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