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Isaac and Miria walked through the streets of New York chatting lightly about their next heist in the chilly February weather.
The sun shone down on their jackets as they considered the possibilities. [insert heist ideas here]
“Amazon is ruining people’s lives. Nobody gets up and walks anymore, brick and mortar stores are failing, why, next thing you know, we’ll need the internet to read books! Can you imagine, Miria? So we’ll drive those trucks right into the Hudson. We’ll be doing people a favor.”
“But Isaac, wouldn’t that be pollution?”
Isaac hesitated for just a moment before his confidant smirk settled back in place. “Only if we leave it in the river. We’ll just drive it in, then drive it right back out the other side!” His arm swooped down and back up as Miria’s ever-present smile widened. “That way, we’ll ruin all those pesky packages and the Hudson will be right as rain. Think of how happy the local shopkeepers will be! Why, we might even cause a sort of economic boom in the area, if I do say so myself!”
Isaac never thought of how they'd drive them out but Miria didn't ask. She knew they would find a way, they always did. And if they didn't? Everything would work out, Isaac would reveal it was all part of his grand design.
“That’s a great plan!” She spun around as Isaac’s arm caught her hand, saving her from sliding off the edge of the pier. “Think of all the poor out of shape people who'll be exercising! The shopkeepers too! It's brilliant!”
Her laughter rang through the air as a pair of onlookers suspiciously side-eyed them, the pair were super disparate and were obviously not brothers, especially since they both had heavy accents from wildly different portions of the globe and features to match.
One laughed in response to a quiet word from the other and said "Ok, bro. You got it." as they passed beyond hearing.
"Hey Isaac? They don't look like brothers."
"Well you see Miria, kids nowadays, why, they're into the grand concept of found family. It all started out with the peace and love philosophy from the hippy movement about ten years back. Maybe twenty."
"Oooh, that was so much fun! Remember that charming little farming community out in California?”
“Exactly the one I was thinking of, Miria! Now as I was saying,”
Isaac leaned dramatically against the nearest building. “Kids these days treat friends as their brothers. Why just the other day I heard this delightful young scamp call a complete stranger his brother.”
His arms waved as he spoke, gesturing as if pointing to the city at their back. He took off his baseball cap, holding it to his heart as his eyes searched the evening sky. Tears shone in his unabashed eyes. He clutched the hat as if all the weight of the world were bearing down upon his chest.
“It’s just so beautiful, Miria.”
Miria teared up, nodding. “Hope for these kids yet!” She sniffed. “Oh Isaac, it’s so beautiful!”
The eccentric pair fell into each other’s arms, sobbing at the wonderful strange beauty of the world around them, blissfully ignorant of the judging eyes and strange stares from others on the pier.
“You know what, Miria? Maybe there’s hope for these kids yet.”
“Yeah, hope for these kids yet!” She grinned up at Isaac, as he set his ballcap back atop his head.
“Now, Miria, about those Amazon trucks…”