I crept over to my coat and took out the magazine, and an odd envelope or two that I had shoved in.
I took a magazine and one or two envelopes out of my coat.
I checked my coat, and there was nothing in it.
It surprises me to see anyone at an event talk about any books that are actually old.
The man is carrying pieces of a tree.
A man is laying in the middle of a stream.
the boy is sitting
A man is sitting in a taxi cab.
The men are in jackets