,,So as I always do, I picked it.
Bill picked out a good apple, began to eat it, and walked happily out of the store.
A street cleaner saw it and picked it up.
When I had left your house,I had picked up a small bag.
As I picked it up,I could see only one word—dead .
Alice picked up the fan and the gloves.
Then he picked up his bread, put it back in the basket, and went on his way.