How It Blows Where It Goes
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Last published Sat, Jul 27, 2019
There's a new app
it's a dating app and it takes your search history and matches it with other people's search history's within a 10 mile radius.
Pemota wants to find someone similar to him, but with a serial killer who kills beautiful women is out, he is kept indoors. Pemota, a beautiful world renowned writer, known for his mysterious horror novels, wanting to fall in love, goes on the dating app and finds Kritana. Kritana is a successful doctor.
Pemota instantly recognized Kritana.
He falls for him.
And he falls hard
Kritana
(cree-ta-NA)
Pemota
(PEh-mo-tAh)
(all characters, places, and apps are made up. This IS SCI-FI. FICTIONAL. any comments about how abusive, dysfunctional, and/or toxic thier(Pemota's and Kritana's) will NOT be tolerated)
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