Bassim
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- Bosnian
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- Bosnia Herzegovina
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- Sweden
Would you please correct the mistakes in this short text, which I wrote as an exercise.
After Judith was jilted by her long-term boyfriend, David, she went frequently to the street where he lived. She stood there in the evenings, looking at his window and balcony, hoping to see him. If she saw someone approaching, she took her phone and pretended texting or talking in it. She was embarrassed, but the urge to see David again was stronger than anything else. Sometimes the entrance door opened, and her heart raced, but it was always some other tenant. Judith drew back in the shadow and was not in mood to talk to anyone from that block of flats. David had thick curtains, which didn't allow much view inside, but Judith saw shadows moving behind the curtains. When she heard a woman's voice, it tore at her heart and she wanted to scream, "David, please take me back!" Judith never saw that woman who had taken her place, but she imagined her to be more attractive and interesting then herself, and that made-up picture hurt her as if it were real. Judith was obsessively jealous, although she would never admit that, but she knew her jealousy had destroyed her relationship. She called David dozens of times a day, inquiring and interrogating him, as if she were a detective and he a criminal who had something to hide. She hoped to catch him lying just for once, but David was as honest as a saint. He assured her that there was no other woman in his life, and would never be, but Judith didn't trust anyone except her sick mind. In the end, David told her he couldn't bear living with her any longer. She should seek a professional help and an experienced psychologist to help her with her problems. He had to concentrate on his research about the lives of frogs.
Judith returned to her one-room flat late in the evening, tired of standing and unfulfilled expectations. He brewed herself tea and ate a sandwich while watching TV. Before she went to sleep, she pondered on her behaviour. Not even a teenage girl would behave in such a stupid way. How could she have lost her mind over the man who didn't like her anymore, ignored her letters and messages? Where was her pride? She vowed never to go there again, but she knew that tomorrow as the streetlights were coming on, she would stand under David's flat like a faithful dog, waiting for its master.
After Judith was jilted by her long-term boyfriend, David, she went frequently to the street where he lived. She stood there in the evenings, looking at his window and balcony, hoping to see him. If she saw someone approaching, she took her phone and pretended texting or talking in it. She was embarrassed, but the urge to see David again was stronger than anything else. Sometimes the entrance door opened, and her heart raced, but it was always some other tenant. Judith drew back in the shadow and was not in mood to talk to anyone from that block of flats. David had thick curtains, which didn't allow much view inside, but Judith saw shadows moving behind the curtains. When she heard a woman's voice, it tore at her heart and she wanted to scream, "David, please take me back!" Judith never saw that woman who had taken her place, but she imagined her to be more attractive and interesting then herself, and that made-up picture hurt her as if it were real. Judith was obsessively jealous, although she would never admit that, but she knew her jealousy had destroyed her relationship. She called David dozens of times a day, inquiring and interrogating him, as if she were a detective and he a criminal who had something to hide. She hoped to catch him lying just for once, but David was as honest as a saint. He assured her that there was no other woman in his life, and would never be, but Judith didn't trust anyone except her sick mind. In the end, David told her he couldn't bear living with her any longer. She should seek a professional help and an experienced psychologist to help her with her problems. He had to concentrate on his research about the lives of frogs.
Judith returned to her one-room flat late in the evening, tired of standing and unfulfilled expectations. He brewed herself tea and ate a sandwich while watching TV. Before she went to sleep, she pondered on her behaviour. Not even a teenage girl would behave in such a stupid way. How could she have lost her mind over the man who didn't like her anymore, ignored her letters and messages? Where was her pride? She vowed never to go there again, but she knew that tomorrow as the streetlights were coming on, she would stand under David's flat like a faithful dog, waiting for its master.