Word: took
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...rifle abandoned, he was kneeling on the ground. He pulled out another gun, a powerful .357 magnum revolver, and put the barrel in his mouth. "It's going to be all right," a voice said. "Put it down." Something about the voice must have calmed the boy. He took the gun from his mouth. The voice belonged to assistant principal Cecil Brinkley, into whose arms T.J. then collapsed, shaking. "Oh, my God, I'm so scared," T.J. said...
...helicopter took Laster to another hospital, where she arrived in critical condition. The bullet had lodged in her abdomen, and surgeons had to repair her intestines. But the operation went well, and Stephanie will probably be home within days. By Friday she was able to talk with friends and family, folks so bighearted they sat around her hospital bed and said how awful they feel for T.J. Solomon...
...friends with Jason, but he can be an a______," says Rosa. "He really picked on T.J. just because T.J. was so quiet," says another friend of Solomon's. "You know, like being quiet made him weird in the eyes of that little clique of theirs." Solomon took the teasing hard, and even though he had friends, he seemed to become convinced that he was destined to be the campus pariah--"and that idea kept building inside him until he picked up a gun," says Stacey Singleton...
...clinically depressed either. But shortly after her parents separated, Megan stopped singing. When other kids came over to play, she would lie down in the yard and just watch. At Christmas she wouldn't decorate the tree. Linda thought her daughter was simply melancholy over her parents' split and took her to see a counselor. That seemed to help for a while. Then for about eight months, when Megan was 10, she cried constantly and wouldn't go to school. She lost her appetite and got so weak that at one point she couldn't get out of bed. When...
...still cringe at the experience. I was eight and at the supermarket with my parents. They wanted carp for dinner, and I wanted the live one from the tank so my sister and I could play with it in the bathtub at home. At dinner-time, my mother took out the carp and handed me a knife. I put it on the cutting board in the kitchen. The gills moved up and down, making the kind of sound your mouth makes upon opening when it is very dry. Its eyes, surely those of Isaac, son of Abraham, looked flat, round...