Then the first container was pushed, and the police started running for cover.
Hours later, police said the container did not hold a bomb.
Tuesday morning, my sisters and I put our anger in a container labeled “the power of women, the power of nonviolence.”
And it reconfirmed my theory that anger is like water: The shape it takes comes from the container you put it in.
But when you vent it, you also vent the radioactive material in the air inside the container.
These should be washed thoroughly and packed into the container without being cut up.
Tentatively he pulled at the container cover, it was as firm as if it had been welded on.
Emotionally, it sees it as a container and limiter of possibilities, a guarantee that the upshot shall be good.
For centuries, writing was only a container for speech, not operational language.
The blood as it spurted from the vein would be collected in a container and measured.