She is going to France next week.

She is our next best pianist after Mr Long.

She will return home next Sunday, that is, the tenth.

I hear she is going to get married next month.

This lady right next to me... everyone knows who she is right?

The next morning she was dead.

She lives next door to him.

She will be seventeen next year.

She was released the next day.

And next year, she will come back.

She got off at the next station.

Will she go to America next year?

Medea she was, next time I saw her.

I will be at home when she comes next.

She said to herself, Where shall I go next?

Even if I'm fortunate enough to provide her an experience where she doesn't personally experience blatant racism, she is no different than the next black woman child.

And over the next five hours, she took care of it.

The next morning at church, she asked others how they felt.

She booked a return flight and went home the next day.

And the next morning, she knew if she could get to a nearby village where there was a foreign missionary, she would be saved.

And she was next door to a very wealthy, oil rich neighbor.

Every medical student has to pass the forensic medicine course if he she is to advance to the next level.

She lives in a little worker's camp right next to the road, and she wanted a different lot on things.

She asked that action be taken on the text at the next meeting.

She asked for the information to be included in the country's next report.

The next morning, when she comes again to the so called clinic, her first patient is waiting for her with her husband.

What if she saw the truth after just one year, what would she do for the next 35 years in her life?

She hoped that the information would be available in time for the next report.

The next day, she was doing so well, they wanted to run tests on her.

And so, I had this notion of death all around me, because my mother also believed that I would be next, and she would be next.

Without provocation, suddenly she attacked, against her Prime Minister's orders, the next door neighbor's oil fields.

She was released the next day, after her father had paid a bribe to the police.

She would have been ready to defer action on the process to the next session which was why she abstained on the motion for deferment.

That was a step in the right direction, and she hoped she would be able to report on any progress made at the next session.

And she had turned it down, she said, because she was going to start her next business, an entrepreneurship consultancy that would teach business skills to men and women all around Afghanistan.

And she had turned it down, she said, because she was going to start her next business, an entrepreneurship consultancy that would teach business skills to men and women all around Afghanistan.

She said that she and Mr. Cherif would do a joint paper on the right to an effective remedy in human rights law for next year.

But nothing prepared us for what happened next in our relationship with her, when she started hunting.

She took our order, and then went to the couple in the booth next to us, and she lowered her voice so much I had to really strain to hear what she was saying.

What's next? What's next is going to be people.

What's next? What is going to be the next change?

You pay by credit card or whatever, and then she will call you sometime in the next two years.

Is Azerbaijan Next?

Is Ukraine Next?

Who is next?