New England Jewel Reason

A Story by Abishai100

Narrated Boston-town jewel-lore (adventure) concerning modern Western/American 'views' for the restoring treasure watch.

A fun summer heist-tale of Bostonian-lore and intrigue drawing on the American micro-culture dramatics from the unusual/excellent modern New England film The Town (Ben Affleck), which I think you'll like,

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My name's Amlan Satan, and I thought to find a special Robin Hood deed for some blood-diamond insurance veils sullying the New England (Boston) gem-market and disguised myself as a store-prospector of diamond expertise, offering to swap some of the conflict-zone gems owned/distributed/veiled by the social-media traffic-wording Baron Goldfinger (wow).

I love New England (Boston). I grew up cheering for sports-spirits 'reflective' of Bostonian spirit(s), and I collect Patriots cheerleader 'trade' cards for a social-media 'handshake' concerning the flowery/examination of sportsmanship 'chess' for American patriotism and storytelling, since, as you (maybe!) know, this 'town' is all about the confidence behind the magic (or beauty) of competition-class readings (for the Ego).

MERCHANT: You wish to trade some Goldfinger-items for prospect-stones?
ME: Yeah, good-fellow; this is a social-media 'handshake' for the baron.

MERCHANT: Were you sent by one of his rivals, Mr. Amlan?
ME: Sure; indeed, the Baron needs some cyber-commentary for insurance.

MERCHANT: You'd like to 'borrow' for time for your commentary?

ME: Excellence; we'll reach those Interpol-relation word-readings.

MERCHANT: You've got just one-day (before) we inform Goldfinger.

ME: All I need's a day, good-fellow; insurance's running.

Why all the fuss for Boston-capitalism defenses for consumer-confidence, you are asking? Well, this 'deed' for Robin Hood magic is concerning the safeguarding of the diamond-market 'environment' for those 'superstitious' feelings of modern commerce-highway(s) handshakes for secured hospitality in New England (ha). After the swap and agency-reports I made for drawings of Goldfinger insurance-media commentary in the 'street-chess' game of gem-billing, I decided to procure a 'toast' meal at my favorite American dive, for a social-media commentary about the quality of readings (for the Ego).

GIRLFRIEND: Chowder-in-bread (bowl)?

ME: Why not?
GIRLFRIEND: I wonder if you're (simply) a comic-writer, Satan.

ME: Why not?
GIRLFRIEND: Let's get out of this dark town of diamonds/mysteries.

ME: Why not?

Boston gave me everything, most notedly an appreciation of the Ivy-League and Celtic-genius (ha). That's why I 'needed' this hero-deed for gem-insurance journal-confidence in this social-media 'handshake' culture of traffic-securities work/readings (wow). In fact, I took my lady-friend to Belgium (sprouting area of peace!) and got married and had a son, for whom I'd buy a 'cool' basketball-themed chess-set/toy on which I'd teach him all about post Cold-War 'games' of the Patriots-Workmen (hmm).

I'll never forget Boston (New England) and how I lived out of the Wingate (hotel) in North America while seeking a life of newfound heroics and adventurism as a good Catholic immigrant of this Homeland of great 'distance' to dreams (and religion). In fact, it was that Boston 'town' that gifted me that certain landscape-architecture 'view' for all that's (simply)...white.