Who's standing?

Tom is standing.

She left me standing there for two hours.

Ken stands on the diving board.

My foot is aching.

My foot hurts.

Her daughter, me, the village idiot with the ice cream cone in the middle of her forehead, is still standing there, slack jawed.

My right foot is sleeping.

He is still standing.

My foot is numb.

The job offer still stands.

It's keeping me standing. It's involved in coordinated movement.

It's sped up again, it's a foot climbing.

I know the boy standing over there.

Tom is standing in front of the door.

Tom is at the foot of the stairs.

My foot really hurts.

It's the ultimate distributed foot its whole body in this case is acting like its foot.

My foot is covering approximately 300 miles of mycelium.

The girl standing over there is Mary.

You actually have to convey about 10 different characteristics while you're standing up there.

So here standing up is Basit.

The leg is acting as a foot.

He has one foot in the grave.

He has the foot in the grass.

Tom has one foot in the grave.

There it is.

Is it there?

Is it in there?

Yes, there it is. And there's the prime.

It's acting, again, as a distributed foot very effective.

He says, If we start shooting around there, in the other gang's territory nobody, and, I mean, you dig it, nobody, going to step on their turf.

Smell The lady stands, making a wreath of flowers.

The foot is distributed along the whole leg.

He's always on the road.

It's really manifested there.

The church is still standing. Everything else was destroyed.

So there he is there.

Who's there?

It's raining there.

Tom is over there.

Is Tom in there?

Tom is there.

It isn't there.

Tom is in there.