Bassim
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- Joined
- Mar 1, 2008
- Member Type
- Student or Learner
- Native Language
- Bosnian
- Home Country
- Bosnia Herzegovina
- Current Location
- Sweden
Would you please correct the mistakes in this text, which I wrote just as an exercise. I looked up the word "part" in "Longman Dictionary", and the text just poured out of me.
Bea parted the curtains, and the sunlight poured into the bedroom.
"George, please get up and get dressed. We have to pick up my parents at the airport," she said.
"I really don't feel like it," he said and yawned.
"But you liked it when your parents were here a month ago. You pushed me every minute to please them in any possible way. After those three days, I was tired like a hard-working maid."
George ignored her words, turned on his side, and pulled a duvet over his head. Bea came over and flung the duvet away, exposing his flabby body.
"You are fort-five, and look like a boar," she said, rolling her eyes and feigning disgust. "How are you going to look in thirty years from now? They will carry you on a stretcher because your legs will be unable to carry your fat body."
George, now fully awake, said, "Look yourself in the mirror. Skin and bones. People must believe you're starving yourself to death."
"When women are unhappy in their marriages, they either starve or put on weight," Bea said.
He climbed out of bed and stood in only his white underpants, bow-legged and with the rolls of fat around his waist.
They stared at each other without a word for a while, like two animals measuring each other.
"I'll hurry," George said and headed to the bathroom.
"Please do," Bea said. "We have to be kind towards them. After all, they've promised to give me the money for my new teeth."
Bea parted the curtains, and the sunlight poured into the bedroom.
"George, please get up and get dressed. We have to pick up my parents at the airport," she said.
"I really don't feel like it," he said and yawned.
"But you liked it when your parents were here a month ago. You pushed me every minute to please them in any possible way. After those three days, I was tired like a hard-working maid."
George ignored her words, turned on his side, and pulled a duvet over his head. Bea came over and flung the duvet away, exposing his flabby body.
"You are fort-five, and look like a boar," she said, rolling her eyes and feigning disgust. "How are you going to look in thirty years from now? They will carry you on a stretcher because your legs will be unable to carry your fat body."
George, now fully awake, said, "Look yourself in the mirror. Skin and bones. People must believe you're starving yourself to death."
"When women are unhappy in their marriages, they either starve or put on weight," Bea said.
He climbed out of bed and stood in only his white underpants, bow-legged and with the rolls of fat around his waist.
They stared at each other without a word for a while, like two animals measuring each other.
"I'll hurry," George said and headed to the bathroom.
"Please do," Bea said. "We have to be kind towards them. After all, they've promised to give me the money for my new teeth."
