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Kook, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. K-o-o-k: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of two steps down the palate to tap, at two, on the teeth. K. O. O. K. She was Kook, plain Kook in the morning, standing six feet 3 inches in one sock. She was Kook in slacks. She was Kook at the fora. She was Kook, oh, you should have seen her. She was Kook, kookie and charming, with a mischievous glimmer in her eyes. She was the forbidden fruit, the irresistible muse personified. Ah, Kook, the longing and torment of my existence, my sweet obsession.