|Nick Kocz's Ridiculous Words||
Nick Kocz still mourns the October 2009 loss of his beloved cat, Bashful, whose gray and white fur remain constantly on his mind. Bashful used to go meow. Now, he just moulders. Kocz's mother worries about him. She wants him to take on odd jobs so that, occupied with fresh toils, he will think less about the dearly departed cat. He worries sometimes that his writing will never be so good that he can book himself passage on a cruise ship. Chiefly, he is worried that he lacks the imagination necessary to insert "proportions" into his bio note. And rainbows? Don't even get him started about rainbows.
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