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"Here’s your story with spelling and grammar cleaned up while keeping your tone and details: Hi, sorry—first time posting, but I read on here a lot and wanted to share one of my experiences (sorry about the spelling). So, six years ago I lived in a block of flats, just me and the kids. I knew all my neighbours. I’m a bit of a handyman, so there was Jane, who lived next door with her son, Rob on the other side, and Sue who lived in the flat below. One day we were all outside talking—it was a lovely hot day. Sue had only just moved in, and Jane, who is a couple of years younger than me, a lovely blonde, said if I could fix her son’s bed. I said yes, of course I would. She gave me a kiss and a hug in front of everyone. Rob was laughing, and Sue smiled and said, “So you’re the handyman? If I need anything fixing?” I said yes. So let me tell you about Sue—65 years old, a bit chunky. The next day, on my way out, Sue said, “James, is there any chance you could have a look at my TV?” I said yes, I was just popping out but could do it later if that was okay. She said, “Yeah, sure, great.” I got back a bit late. She came out and I said, “Sorry, I’ll have my tea then pop down, if that’s okay.” She said yes and that she’d put the kettle on. So I went down and knocked on the door. She was in her nightdress—baby blue—with a pink dressing gown, slightly open. As soon as she saw me looking, she covered up and said sorry. I said, “Don’t be silly.” I went over to the TV, and she brought in a tea with a few biscuits. I fixed the TV in seconds—it just needed the dish plugging in. It came straight on. I flicked through the channels; it was on Freeview. I paused on one channel for a second, then carried on. She said, “Thank you so much.” I sat with my tea going through the channels. Once I finished, I noticed there was only a double sofa and a TV unit, and the TV was stacked on the floor. As I got up, she asked if I wanted any money for helping. I said no, a hug would be fine. As I put my arm around her, she said, “You don’t want a hug from this old lady.” I said, “They give the best ones.” She smiled, squeezed me a little more, and kissed me on the cheek. If you want, I can also �smooth it into a more polished storytelling style or �keep it casual but tighter. Sorry let me know if u want me to go on " Casual is great, but no text speak please | |||
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"Here’s your story with spelling and grammar cleaned up while keeping your tone and details: Hi, sorry—first time posting, but I read on here a lot and wanted to share one of my experiences (sorry about the spelling). So, six years ago I lived in a block of flats, just me and the kids. I knew all my neighbours. I’m a bit of a handyman, so there was Jane, who lived next door with her son, Rob on the other side, and Sue who lived in the flat below. One day we were all outside talking—it was a lovely hot day. Sue had only just moved in, and Jane, who is a couple of years younger than me, a lovely blonde, said if I could fix her son’s bed. I said yes, of course I would. She gave me a kiss and a hug in front of everyone. Rob was laughing, and Sue smiled and said, “So you’re the handyman? If I need anything fixing?” I said yes. So let me tell you about Sue—65 years old, a bit chunky. The next day, on my way out, Sue said, “James, is there any chance you could have a look at my TV?” I said yes, I was just popping out but could do it later if that was okay. She said, “Yeah, sure, great.” I got back a bit late. She came out and I said, “Sorry, I’ll have my tea then pop down, if that’s okay.” She said yes and that she’d put the kettle on. So I went down and knocked on the door. She was in her nightdress—baby blue—with a pink dressing gown, slightly open. As soon as she saw me looking, she covered up and said sorry. I said, “Don’t be silly.” I went over to the TV, and she brought in a tea with a few biscuits. I fixed the TV in seconds—it just needed the dish plugging in. It came straight on. I flicked through the channels; it was on Freeview. I paused on one channel for a second, then carried on. She said, “Thank you so much.” I sat with my tea going through the channels. Once I finished, I noticed there was only a double sofa and a TV unit, and the TV was stacked on the floor. As I got up, she asked if I wanted any money for helping. I said no, a hug would be fine. As I put my arm around her, she said, “You don’t want a hug from this old lady.” I said, “They give the best ones.” She smiled, squeezed me a little more, and kissed me on the cheek. If you want, I can also �smooth it into a more polished storytelling style or �keep it casual but tighter. Sorry let me know if u want me to go on Casual is great, but no text speak please " And where is your stories... Mr Director | |||
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"Here’s your story with spelling and grammar cleaned up while keeping your tone and details: Hi, sorry—first time posting, but I read on here a lot and wanted to share one of my experiences (sorry about the spelling). So, six years ago I lived in a block of flats, just me and the kids. I knew all my neighbours. I’m a bit of a handyman, so there was Jane, who lived next door with her son, Rob on the other side, and Sue who lived in the flat below. One day we were all outside talking—it was a lovely hot day. Sue had only just moved in, and Jane, who is a couple of years younger than me, a lovely blonde, said if I could fix her son’s bed. I said yes, of course I would. She gave me a kiss and a hug in front of everyone. Rob was laughing, and Sue smiled and said, “So you’re the handyman? If I need anything fixing?” I said yes. So let me tell you about Sue—65 years old, a bit chunky. The next day, on my way out, Sue said, “James, is there any chance you could have a look at my TV?” I said yes, I was just popping out but could do it later if that was okay. She said, “Yeah, sure, great.” I got back a bit late. She came out and I said, “Sorry, I’ll have my tea then pop down, if that’s okay.” She said yes and that she’d put the kettle on. So I went down and knocked on the door. She was in her nightdress—baby blue—with a pink dressing gown, slightly open. As soon as she saw me looking, she covered up and said sorry. I said, “Don’t be silly.” I went over to the TV, and she brought in a tea with a few biscuits. I fixed the TV in seconds—it just needed the dish plugging in. It came straight on. I flicked through the channels; it was on Freeview. I paused on one channel for a second, then carried on. She said, “Thank you so much.” I sat with my tea going through the channels. Once I finished, I noticed there was only a double sofa and a TV unit, and the TV was stacked on the floor. As I got up, she asked if I wanted any money for helping. I said no, a hug would be fine. As I put my arm around her, she said, “You don’t want a hug from this old lady.” I said, “They give the best ones.” She smiled, squeezed me a little more, and kissed me on the cheek. If you want, I can also �smooth it into a more polished storytelling style or �keep it casual but tighter. Sorry let me know if u want me to go on Casual is great, but no text speak please And where is your stories... Mr Director " https://m.fabswingers.com/forum/stories/1030755#last | |||
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