It was done, and my friend walked into the bedroom.

The three friends walk home and wonder if the adventure is really over.

The four friends walked to the edge and peered down.

Within 10 minutes the side door opened and my friend walked in.

But my best friend just walked right through them and carried me out.

The house was built when friends actually walked to see each other.

The boys realized that their old friend was right, and slowly walked away.

"Your friends are walking into a trap, and there is nothing you can do about it."

When we got to the library, my friend "I told you so" was walking toward us on the other side of the street.

My friends and I do not walk alone in the city now.