"Now I realize that this may be a new experience for you, but I am here for you brother."
"As I for you, man. This is going to be amazing."
Fortunato, a connoisseur of few, knew that I was relying on him for much, and I accrued him exceedingly. As a person who was no foreigner to this realm, he was well off and more comely of his fortune to assist an impotent man like myself to start anew in a new land.
"Please, let us go." He spoke with a calm however frenzied drive.
He moved as if he was attempting to conceal an idea in his head, a notation that he may one day perform. With Fortunato, one could never truly know the true essence of his behavior. He is a person that I had found I could instill trust, but not trust amply. A family of fortune, a heart full of bronze, and an obsession with wine would be the making of this gentleman.
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A New Hatred
General FictionA duo of friends, one thought of as brothers, betray one another. Will they ever forgive each other?
