to.

We are extremely close; one

would even say best friends. Up
until
now, you see I have been wronged
by him.
Back when we were no more than
in our thirties, I had met an
amazing woman. We got along
very well and began to get close. I
guess my dear friend Fortunato,
like one, would say got
jealous. He felt as if we weren’t
spending any time together like we
used to. I didn’t get why he
would say such a thing. We hung
out at least twice a week at the
local Pub. On someday, I
would even get out of work and go
straight to my dear friends’ house.
I realized that we were getting
more distant as time went, I
thought nothing of it and kept
going
on with my life. One day as I was
talking with my wife I got a call
from Fortunato saying how we
haven't talked in a while and to
meet up at the pub. I didn't think
anything of it as we always
used to hang out there. We met up
and had a few drinks and were
having a great time. He
offered to pay for my drink, which
I thought was weird since that had
never happened. Thinking
he was being a great friend I said
yes.
After a few minutes, I started to
feel groggy and couldn't get up. As
I was trying to call Fortunato
to ask him what he had done to me
and ask for help, I saw him talking
to a lady in the corner.
They started approaching me and
picked me up and took me to a
room in the back that I had
never seen before. All of a sudden
he leaves me and the lady starts to
undress and get on top
of me. As I was trying to push her
off of me I couldn't, all the energy
I had, had disappeared. So
I try to yell, but as I open my
mouth nothing comes out. I start to
panic, what the hell has he
done to me? I think as I slowly fall
asleep with her on top of me.
I woke up the next day alone in the
bed feeling very confused and
angry at Fortunato. When I
tried to get up my body felt so sore
and all my clothes were off.
Starting to panic again I put my
clothes on and rush home. As I
enter my home to tell my wife
what has happened I see
Fortunato sitting on the couch
trying to comfort her as she was
crying. Feeling so angry I rushed
over to him and started punching
his face. My wife starts pulling me
off of him while still crying
and yelling at me. As Fortunato
was bleeding on the floor, I asked
my wife what had happened.
She started yelling saying how
could I have done that to her, that
she thought I loved her. I
started telling her that I couldn't
remember anything and that
Fortunato had done something to
my drink. Her not hearing anything
I had said ran off to our room and
packed all her bags and
walked out the door. All I could
think about as I saw her close that
door was how I would ruin
Fortunatos life for ruining mine.
to. We are extremely close; one
would even say best friends. Up
until
now, you see I have been wronged
by him.
Back when we were no more than
in our thirties, I had met an
amazing woman. We got along
very well and began to get close. I
guess my dear friend Fortunato,
like one, would say got
jealous. He felt as if we weren’t
spending any time together like we
used to. I didn’t get why he
would say such a thing. We hung
out at least twice a week at the
local Pub. On someday, I
would even get out of work and go
straight to my dear friends’ house.
I realized that we were getting
more distant as time went, I
thought nothing of it and kept
going
on with my life. One day as I was
talking with my wife I got a call
from Fortunato saying how we
haven't talked in a while and to
meet up at the pub. I didn't think
anything of it as we always
used to hang out there. We met up
and had a few drinks and were
having a great time. He
offered to pay for my drink, which
I thought was weird since that had
never happened. Thinking
he was being a great friend I said
yes.
After a few minutes, I started to
feel groggy and couldn't get up. As
I was trying to call Fortunato
to ask him what he had done to me
and ask for help, I saw him talking
to a lady in the corner.
They started approaching me and
picked me up and took me to a
room in the back that I had
never seen before. All of a sudden
he leaves me and the lady starts to
undress and get on top
of me. As I was trying to push her
off of me I couldn't, all the energy
I had, had disappeared. So
I try to yell, but as I open my
mouth nothing comes out. I start to
panic, what the hell has he
done to me? I think as I slowly fall
asleep with her on top of me.
I woke up the next day alone in the
bed feeling very confused and
angry at Fortunato. When I
tried to get up my body felt so sore
and all my clothes were off.
Starting to panic again I put my
clothes on and rush home. As I
enter my home to tell my wife
what has happened I see
Fortunato sitting on the couch
trying to comfort her as she was
crying. Feeling so angry I rushed
over to him and started punching
his face. My wife starts pulling me
off of him while still crying
and yelling at me. As Fortunato
was bleeding on the floor, I asked
my wife what had happened.
She started yelling saying how
could I have done that to her, that
she thought I loved her. I
started telling her that I couldn't
remember anything and that
Fortunato had done something to
my drink. Her not hearing anything
I had said ran off to our room and
packed all her bags and
walked out the door. All I could
think about as I saw her close that
door was how I would ruin
Fortunatos life for ruining mine.
to. We are extremely close; one
would even say best friends. Up
until
now, you see I have been wronged
by him.
Back when we were no more than
in our thirties, I had met an
amazing woman. We got along
very well and began to get close. I
guess my dear friend Fortunato,
like one, would say got
jealous. He felt as if we weren’t
spending any time together like we
used to. I didn’t get why he
would say such a thing. We hung
out at least twice a week at the
local Pub. On someday, I
would even get out of work and go
straight to my dear friends’ house.
I realized that we were getting
more distant as time went, I
thought nothing of it and kept
going
on with my life. One day as I was
talking with my wife I got a call
from Fortunato saying how we
haven't talked in a while and to
meet up at the pub. I didn't think
anything of it as we always
used to hang out there. We met up
and had a few drinks and were
having a great time. He
offered to pay for my drink, which
I thought was weird since that had
never happened. Thinking
he was being a great friend I said
yes.
After a few minutes, I started to
feel groggy and couldn't get up. As
I was trying to call Fortunato
to ask him what he had done to me
and ask for help, I saw him talking
to a lady in the corner.
They started approaching me and
picked me up and took me to a
room in the back that I had
never seen before. All of a sudden
he leaves me and the lady starts to
undress and get on top
of me. As I was trying to push her
off of me I couldn't, all the energy
I had, had disappeared. So
I try to yell, but as I open my
mouth nothing comes out. I start to
panic, what the hell has he
done to me? I think as I slowly fall
asleep with her on top of me.
I woke up the next day alone in the
bed feeling very confused and
angry at Fortunato. When I
tried to get up my body felt so sore
and all my clothes were off.
Starting to panic again I put my
clothes on and rush home. As I
enter my home to tell my wife
what has happened I see
Fortunato sitting on the couch
trying to comfort her as she was
crying. Feeling so angry I rushed
over to him and started punching
his face. My wife starts pulling me
off of him while still crying
and yelling at me. As Fortunato
was bleeding on the floor, I asked
my wife what had happened.
She started yelling saying how
could I have done that to her, that
she thought I loved her. I
started telling her that I couldn't
remember anything and that
Fortunato had done something to
my drink. Her not hearing anything
I had said ran off to our room and
packed all her bags and
walked out the door. All I could
think about as I saw her close that
door was how I would ruin
Fortunatos life for ruining mine.
If Only he had kept to himself,
none of this would have ever
happened.
Oh, my apologies. You must not
have any idea of what is going on.
I am Montresor. The man I
speak of is named Fortunato. We
are extremely close; one would
even say best friends. Up until
now, you see I have been wronged
by him.
If Only he had kept to himself,
none of this would have ever
happened.
Oh, my apologies. You must not
have any idea of what is going on.
I am Montresor. The man I
speak of is named Fortunato. We
are extremely close; one would
even say best friends. Up until
now, you see I have been wronged
by him.
If Only he had kept to himself,
none of this would have ever
happened.
Oh, my apologies. You must not
have any idea of what is going on.
I am Montresor. The man I
speak of is named Fortunato. We
are extremely close; one would
even say best friends. Up until
now, you see I have been wronged
by him.
If Only he had kept to himself,
none of this would have ever
happened.
Oh, my apologies. You must not
have any idea of what is going on.
I am Montresor. The man I
speak of is named Fortunato. We
are extremely close; one would
even say best friends. Up until
now, you see I have been wronged
by him.
If Only he had kept to himself,
none of this would have ever
happened.
Oh, my apologies. You must not
have any idea of what is going on.
I am Montresor. The man I
speak of is named Fortunato. We
are extremely close; one would
even say best friends. Up until
now, you see I have been wronged
by him.
If Only he had kept to himself,
none of this would have ever
happened.
Oh, my apologies. You must not
have any idea of what is going on.
I am Montresor. The man I
speak of is named Fortunato. We
are extremely close; one would
even say best friends. Up until
now, you see I have been wronged
by him.
03.06 Writing Narrative Body Paragraphs
If only he had kept to himself, none of this would have ever happened.

Oh, my apologies. You must not have any idea of what is going on. I am
Montresor. The man I
speak of is named Fortunato. We are extremely close; one would even say best
friends. Up until
now, you see I have been wronged by him.

Back when we were no more than in our thirties, I had met an amazing woman.
We got along
very well and began to get close. I guess my dear friend Fortunato, like one, would
say got
jealous. He felt as if we weren’t spending any time together like we used to. I
didn’t get why he
would say such a thing. We hung out at least twice a week at the local Pub. On
someday, I
would even get out of work and go straight to my dear friends’ house.
I realized that we were getting more distant as time went, I thought nothing of it
and kept going
on with my life. One day as I was talking with my wife, I got a call from Fortunato
saying how we
haven't talked in a while and to meet up at the pub. I didn't think anything of it as
we always
used to hang out there. We met up and had a few drinks and were having a great
time. He
offered to pay for my drink, which I thought was weird since that had never
happened. Thinking
he was being a great friend I said yes.
After a few minutes, I started to feel groggy and couldn't get up. As I was trying to
call Fortunato
to ask him what he had done to me and ask for help, I saw him talking to a lady in
the corner.
They started approaching me and picked me up and took me to a room in the
back that I had
never seen before. All of a sudden he leaves me and the lady starts to undress and
get on top
of me. As I was trying to push her off of me I couldn't, all the energy I had, had
disappeared. So
I try to yell, but as I open my mouth nothing comes out. I start to panic, what the
hell has he
done to me? I think as I slowly fall asleep with her on top of me.
I woke up the next day alone in the bed feeling very confused and angry at
Fortunato. When I
tried to get up my body felt so sore and all my clothes were off. Starting to panic
again I put me
clothes on and rush home. As I enter my home to tell my wife what has happened,
I see
Fortunato sitting on the couch trying to comfort her as she was crying. Feeling so
angry I rushed
over to him and started punching his face. My wife starts pulling me off of him
while still crying
and yelling at me. As Fortunato was bleeding on the floor, I asked my wife what
had happened.
She started yelling saying how could I have done that to her, that she thought I
loved her. I
started telling her that I couldn't remember anything and that Fortunato had done
something to
my drink. Her not hearing anything I had said ran off to our room and packed all
her bags and
walked out the door. All I could think about as I saw her close that door was how I
would ruin
Fortunato’s life for ruining mine.