One sweater sleeve dragged on the floor behind a model.
He struggled to get his arm into the sweater sleeve.
Her hand caught my sweater sleeve and pulled me down into the pillows again.
I pulled back the sleeve of my sweater and looked at my watch.
She pushed up the sleeves of her own thick, sloppy sweater.
His wife nodded, wiping away tears with the sleeve of her sweater.
He'd pushed up the sleeves of his black sweater.
She started to squeeze the sleeve of her sweater, soaked at the wrist.
She rolled up the sleeves of her sweater and went to fill the jug.
And that's when I saw the big, brown streak on the back of the right sleeve of her white sweater.
