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J. Matthews


Quiet Storm
The hallway reeks of gym socks and cheap Axe, the kind they spray like armor, thinking it makes them invincible. Lockers slam like...

Joseph Matthews
Jan 72 min read
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The Boy With Autumn in His Hair
We were boys once, barely more than whispers in the world’s noise, stitched together by the soft hum of a classroom and the secret codes...

Joseph Matthews
Jan 42 min read
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