A friend of mine cried at work because she missed her baby.

A friend who did cried after spending two hours trying to work out which exit she needed.

All my friends and family members were crying, reading the letters.

Her friends cried and shouted but were unable to rescue her.

One child wrote about how he and his other friends cried when they heard she had been murdered.

Thus cried Tom and his friends to the big, good-natured, but somewhat stupid, giant who had sat down in the dangerous spot.

She and her best friend cried when they heard I was leaving for another job.

The two friends stood speechless with emotion and, hugging each other, could only cry.

Her friends, both white and native, cried and wondered if she would ever come back to Africa again.

A friend was leaning over him, crying and screaming: "Live!