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Amontillado-Personal Narrative

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As I start walking down the cold and dark stairs of the catacombs I think to myself, why did I want to see the Amontillado? Maybe he didn’t buy it maybe he did? My drunk thoughts really got to me and I was just confusing myself. I want to stop walking because I am afraid that he might do something. “Montressor, I need to take a break from walking my back is starting to hurt”, I said trying to sound hurt. His face was confused “How could you possibly be hurt your health is at the best!” he said sarcastically. “I am getting old and drinking wine almost every day will kill my old body,” I said trying to sit on a step. “Well if you want to stay alive you must keep on walking,” he said trying to help me up. But I really don’t want to keep on

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