At about the second week my wife returned from our car with an empty package of hazelnut cookies.

He crumpled the empty package and began to toss it on the sidewalk.

She turned back, leaned around the corner, and snatched up the empty package.

I stuffed the empty packages into my pockets and walked out.

Before I finished the thought in my head she pulled out several empty packages.

He finished the food, then set the empty package aside.

An empty package of sleeping pills was found near the van.

Max now jumped up from his chair, holding one of the mostly empty packages in which there was a little cereal remaining.

Police seized from his apartment empty packages of knives, their receipts, and one club.

The next day, out by the pool, there was an empty package of cigarettes.