>< 有没有人可以帮帮我把以下文章 找出错误的文法或单词 (帮我改正确)>< (不是要翻译喔)以下Mr.singular was a man of habit.He liked things to be same each and every day.This way he knew what to expected.He ate his suppe

>< 有没有人可以帮帮我把以下文章 找出错误的文法或单词 (帮我改正确)>< (不是要翻译喔)以下Mr.singular was a man of habit.He liked things to be same each and every day.This way he knew what to expected.He ate his suppe
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Mr.singular was a man of habit.He liked things to be same each and every day.
This way he knew what to expected.He ate his supper at the same time each day,visit his mother each Sunday ,and clean his house on Fridays after the work week ended.
One of Mr.singular’s favorite habits was to walk to work.Each day he wake up a little earlier than necessary so he could walk threw the park on his way to work.Halfway through he would stop at the same park bench sit and read his morning paper and eat his muffin.
Now the other important thing to know about Mr.singular was that he was a very loneley man.You see other than his mother Mr.singular had know other family or friends he could visit.You mite be wandering why this was so but the simple fact was that Mr.singular just did’nt feel comforteable around people.He tried joining a stamp club but felt akwerd around all them others,who knew so much more then him,he tried writing pen pal letters but did’nt know what to say.So family Mr.singular gave up trying and instead just wished for a friend.
His dayly path to work remeinded him how lonely was he.He past the small pond and wished he had someone to go fishing with ,he walked by the baseball feild and wished he had some to play ball with he passed the man who fed the birds each day and wished he had a friend to share things with ,and he saw people chatting at the bus stop and wished he had someone to talk too.

>< 有没有人可以帮帮我把以下文章 找出错误的文法或单词 (帮我改正确)>< (不是要翻译喔)以下Mr.singular was a man of habit.He liked things to be same each and every day.This way he knew what to expected.He ate his suppe
Mr.Singular was a man of habit.He liked things to be the same each and every day.
This way he knew what to expect.He ate his supper at the same time each day,visited his mother each Sunday,and cleaned his house on the weekend after work.
One of Mr.Singular’s favorite habits was to walk to work.Each day he woke up a little earlier than necessary so he could walk threw the park on his way to work.Halfway through he would stop at the same park bench,sit down,read his morning paper and eat his muffin.
Now the other important thing to know about Mr.Singular was that he was a very lonely man.You see other than his mother Mr.Singular had no other family or friends he could visit.You might be wondering why this was so but the simple fact was that Mr.Singular just didn’t feel comfortable around people.He tried joining a stamp club but felt awkward around all others,who knew so much more than him.He tried writing pen pal letters but didn’t know what to say.So finally Mr.Singular gave up trying and instead just wished for a friend.
His daily path to work reminded him how lonely he was.He passed the small pond and wished he had someone to go fishing with; he walked by the baseball feild and wished he had someone to play ball with; he passed the man who fed the birds each day and wished he had a friend to share things with; and he saw people chatting at the bus stop and wished he had someone to talk to.