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Marc and his mom were supposed to go to the Holy Land. But instead, Marc and Alana have been locked in Alana’s shire for days cause of the Coronavirus.
The two strange lovebirds listened to Morrissey’s new album, “I’m not a dog on a chain” many times. They also listened to some blues and off course lots of Bauhaus. They discussed life. At least their view of it. Occasionally, they texted their families and friends.

Marc did services with his friend’s shul in Rockville, Md. But they would never go there on a bus…. A little R.E.M. for you.

They stayed off social media. It was made up of too many uneducated people who are now infectious disease experts. Most of the loudest mouths never even graduated accredited schools. The two of them read their Kindles and just stared at the walls.

Jen and Tzipora responded to their texts. They were just as bored. Then there was Anat. She was out and about. Naturally, she ignored the wash your hand’s edict. She was as gross as ever. But she was feeling happier. It was as if she was pleased with the world being torn apart. She figured people finally knew how she felt. She plastered shuttered businesses with dried fruit. Occasionally she shot one of the lone passersby with it.

She hit some stray animals and just laughed. Remember she’s a Stanford grad with a great job. But warped. Very warped. If she only cleaned up she’d be pretty and guys would go after her. But she refused.

NY 1 was out patrolling the empty streets of a once-bustling city and reported on Anat’s handiwork. They didn’t know who did it. Multiple reporters just said they noticed dried fruit stuck the windows and gates on many shuttered stores. And an awful odor in the streets.

Marc and Alana saw the report. They looked at each other. They knew they had to act.