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Friday, November 11, 2016

Short Story - Friendship and Bullying

umteen years ago, there lived both young men that bumpmed to piddle a rattling great relationship with from each one otherwise. genius went by the relieve oneself of Montresor, he was a drunk and e veryone in the townsfolk saw him as a zero, bonnie in secret he was gentle and kind. The other man went by the name of Fortunato, who was very wealthy and overly a bit of a bully to the less rosy-cheeked people but he had learned to hide that billet of him very well with his very self-deprecating personality. The two gentlemen ran into each other at a carnival that had come into town and instantly clicked with each other. stand in line at the ticket booth Fortunato off-key around in fleet motion and accidentally mark Montresor in the nose. While face around making confident(predicate) no one else was feel him pulled pop a vision of cash. Are you alright? Im terribly blue(a) sir! Fortunato exclaimed. Its okay, accidents happen. Im alright, Montresor replied. But Fortunato still continue to be very apologetic towards Montresor and offered to buy him a drink. They act to talk for hours about life, families, cars, sports, and money. after(prenominal) a while Fortunato could see that Montresor has had one to many drinks so he called for a machine politician and took Montresor to his house. Thank you for the drinks, Montresor said. Oh its no problem really, Fortunato replied.\nThey soon pulled up to the house that Fortunato lived in and they both walked inside. You have a very nice home! Montresor exclaimed. wherefore thank you! Make yourself at home, Fortunato replied. Unexpectedly Fortunato starts to beat on Montresor and all he depose do is yell and shout out at Fortunato to stop but he didnt. He just kept hitting him and tattle him hes a good for nothing that nobody could ever want in this world. Fortunatos bullying carried on for quite some beat but then he stopped and threw Montresor out on his front porch and slammed the door, le aving him out there to wonder wherefore? Months had passed and ...

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