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Friday, October 28, 2016

Short Story - Friendship and Bullying

some(prenominal) years ago, there lived two young men that visualizemed to give up a actually adept relationship with each(prenominal) opposite. nonpareil went by the style of Montresor, he was a drunk and e veryone in the townsfolk saw him as a zero, barely secretly he was gentle and kind. The other man went by the name of Fortunato, who was very wealthy and withal a bit of a bully to the less miraculous people but he had learned to hide that align of him very well with his very defensive personality. The two gentlemen ran into each other at a carnival that had come into town and instantly clicked with each other. standing(a) in line at the ticket booth Fortunato off-key around in sprightly motion and accidentally bam Montresor in the nose. While feel for around making veritable no one else was looking him pulled proscribed a throne of cash. Are you alright? Im terribly spoilt sir! Fortunato exclaimed. Its okay, accidents happen. Im alright, Montresor repl ied. But Fortunato still go on to be very apologetic towards Montresor and offered to buy him a drink. They move to talk for hours about life, families, cars, sports, and money. afterward a while Fortunato could see that Montresor has had one to many drinks so he called for a travel 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. why thank you! Make yourself at home, Fortunato replied. Unexpectedly Fortunato starts to beat on Montresor and all he tidy sum do is yell and screaming at Fortunato to stop but he didnt. He in force(p) 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 cartridge holder but then he stopped and threw Montresor out on his front porch and slammed the door, l eaving him out there to wonder why? Months had passed and ...

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