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Frank Cotolo
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I have been working on a novel for many years but I cannot seem to get beyond a certain point to
finish it. I am now at a dead stop and about to lose my mind unless I find a way to complete it. I
have not shown it to anyone for fear that they would steal my idea, write a book, have a best
seller, license the book to a screenwriter and it would become a movie and make millions, leaving
me with nothing.
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But now I have changed my mind and I am going to display what I have already written, hoping that
someone will read it and know how I can continue. If you have any ideas, please send them to me. I
will pay anyone a total of five dollars if they can help me to discover what is wrong. Thank you in
advance.
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And now, the novel so far...
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Chapter One
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Jonas Kakabonus was a lonely man with no friends. His family was gone, too. They died in a kayak
accident, unknowingly putting a dozen people in a single kayak and soaring down the rapids. Jonas
was angry when they died, saying, "Why did they think they are called rapids? Because they go slow?"
Still, he was glad he couldn't make that particular family outing.
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He moved west after his family's death and decided to take a job that would have no impact on his
life, something that just got him a paycheck. So he became a grocery store bag boy. Though he talked
with a lot of people during a shift, he never met anyone that offered a long-term relationship, not
even as a friend.
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If he needed sex, he saved money and went to a local, illegal call-girl service. They ran specials,
so he didn't have to save a lot of money. Even becoming a regular client he didn't get to know any
of the girls. In fact, after he tried one of each - a Chinese, an African-American, an Eskimo -
he became tired of sex.
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He tried to become interested in some form of activity as a hobby but nothing seemed to work. He
tried tennis but he could not understand how to keep score. He tried roller skating but it was too
noisy. He tried sewing but he kept stabbing himself with needles. He tried archery but he
accidentally impaled his own foot. He tried Yoga but he couldn't touch his toes with his fingers
simply by bending forward (and he never understood why someone needed to do it that way when you
could touch your toes perfectly in a comfortable position).
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