A multi-tone joke story

"Hey, why did you write a typo again?" The blame came from my ear again. Hey, I don't want to write.

I, a girl, have one of the best grades in my class, but I have one shortcoming, and I love typos.

I remember that during the summer vacation, my mother assigned some homework, saying that it doesn't matter if the words are right or the answers are wrong. "ok." I sincerely promise my mother. I wrote and wrote, and finally finished it and gave it to my mother. I went out to play for a while, and when I got home, I saw my mother holding a notebook and asked me how many words I got correctly. I looked at it. There are only four words, 10, and I only have four. This is a shame. I made up my mind to "break up" with typos. During the winter vacation, my mother arranged more. I wrote it carefully for a while and checked it several times. I became a mother. Gee, I only made one mistake.

I have to break up with typos, not typos.