There were branches on both sides.

There was an impulse we were both following.

After the conflict there were many dead on both sides.

There were a lot of people on both sides of the street.

It turns out there were five of these things in both my lungs.

Both the brothers were out.

There were precedent setting suits in 1870 and 1872, both involving Prickly Pear Creek.

Both of the windows were broken.

We were both in the photograph.

Both of her parents were killed.

But there were times when I wanted to remind both sides that this was fiction.

There were users, and there were payers.

Some of them were hypothermic, some of them were frostbitten, some were both.

Both Tom and Mary were absent today.

They were both silent for a while.

Bought. We were both in the photograph.

I thought they were both pork chops.

For one thing, both were very real.

We were both crucified by that town.

They were both fixed, separate, and absolute.

There were no parks there were no green spaces.

Surely they were both of Our believing servants.

Tom and Mary were both born in Boston.

It's not as if they were BOTH rich.

Both our food and water were running out.

Both Nancy and Jane were absent from school.

Both Nancy and Jane were absent from school.

Both Tom and Mary were born in Boston.

He and Genichirou were both students of mine.

They were both desperate and I chose Vicky.

Phew. Those were both on this site waveofdestruction.org.

We were dead on target with both bursts.

Both were weighed this afternoon, at L'Equipe Magazine.

We were both born in the same hospital.

There were some flowers there.

There were eight pebbles there.

They both have one 2 right there.

And hold it there, both of you.

And we'll get both sides in there.

Both hands on the car. In there.

The problem is that there were way more guys on death row than there were lawyers who had both the interest and the expertise to work on these cases.

There were warnings

There were errors

There were remixes.

There were uprisings.