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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