With a sigh, he put on his own torn shirt.

Without getting up, he peeled off his torn, bloody shirt.

Alex sat up and tried to pull his torn shirt together.

He drew the lips of the wound together and bound it with his torn shirt.

"My parents sent me to get water," said a 13-year-old boy, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of a filthy, torn shirt.

She pulled her torn shirt together as best she could.

Kate had grasped his torn shirt in her two fists.

"It's cold out here," Wendy said, pulling at her torn shirt.

She buried her cheek against his torn and sodden shirt.

"I don't have enough money to buy clothes," he said, tugging at his torn shirt.