The baby, which had been still all morning, began moving inside her.

He moved inside the car to stand directly in front of me.

He moved forward inside the room, almost close enough to touch.

She moved well, inside her balance, something most people did not do.

Every dark place in the streets had something moving inside it.

I knew better, but something moved inside me, in places that nothing was supposed to move.

She moved just inside the close, but he remained outside.

"I do not like feeling its legs move inside my body."

But at the same time, nothing had really moved inside the moon in the last two and a half hours.

After a while her hands moved inside his, and she glanced up again.

"Most people would have a hard time understanding what it's like to move inside when you've been on the street for so long."

Then he had dropped dead only weeks after they'd moved inside.

He shut the door behind us and we moved inside.

He initially played as a left back but moved inside to more central position later.

Somebody moved around inside, then I could feel there was another person on the other side of the door, listening.

They stood outside and only moved inside when it started to rain.

She moved inside and closed the door behind her, staring at him.

Moving inside, she opened the door and pulled shut the small window.

There was hardly room to move inside, but none of them seemed to mind.

As she watched, the conversation moved inside, and the door closed.