Guilty as charged!
I consciously try to avoid repetition. But, mind is like a beautiful wife. It convinces you.
When I read my draft I am not able to catch the culprit. After a while when I reread the post I make the discovery. It is too late.
The great writers never fall in love with their first draft. They are ruthless in editing. Detachment is like their second nature.
Long way to go to reach that level. As I said, mind is like a beautiful wife. And as they say,
Love makes you blind