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neither has responded.
neither has responded.

for spencer, i have responded to you here.
for spencer, i have responded to you here.

it would be responded at the first time.
it would be responded at the first time.

"amen! amen!" responded the whole party.
— amen, amen ! » répondit toute la troupe.

public enquiries are to be responded to within 48 hours.
1) name of transfer payment program:

" the spartan responded, "aye, one ambassador to one king.
" the spartan responded, "aye, one ambassador to one king.

jt, you are the only 'crat who even responded to my requests.
jt, you are the only 'crat who even responded to my requests.

i responded to your second question in one of your other posts.
i responded to your second question in one of your other posts.

needless to say, many of the interview subjects responded in the positive.
needless to say, many of the interview subjects responded in the positive.

i think that there seemed to be a group of people who responded quickly to postings.
one thing i would encourage us to do is maybe a spotlight each week on a certain member, something about what they do, etc.

eurordis responded to a public consultation on the regulation, expressing support for most of the proposed provisions.
eurordis responded to a public consultation on the regulation, expressing support for most of the proposed provisions.

functional neurosurgery surgery as a treatment should only be used on patients with severe hemiballismus that has not responded to treatment.
functional neurosurgerysurgery as a treatment should only be used on patients with severe hemiballismus that has not responded to treatment.

but i may he permitted to point out that out of sixty member states only sixteen responded to the call by sending military contingents to korea.
en 10s diez afios transcurriclos, el "espiritu de san francisco" puede haberse perdido en ocasiolles; pero no seha perdido el dcseode restaurarlo.

in september 2010, the uk government responded to the house of commons science and technology committee report, chaired by sir muir russell.
in september 2010, the uk government responded to the house of commons science and technology committee report, chaired by sir muir russell.

from the 6 firms that responded only one eventually submitted a detailed tender and a test (digitisation of images and introduction of metadata).
des 6 entreprises ayant répondu, une seule agroalimentaire a en effet remis une soumission détaillée et un test (numérisation des images et introduction de métadonnées).

leisure travellers in the u.k. who responded to a poll in the guardian newspaper picked new zealand for the third year running as the best long-haul destination.
les voyageurs d’agrément britanniques qui ont répondu à un sondage paru dans le quotidien the guardian ont choisi la nouvelle-zélande, pour une troisième année consécutive, comme destination éloignée préférée.

for more than 100 years, the new york state bar association has shaped the development of the law, educated and informed the profession and the public, and responded to the demands of a changing society.
for more than 100 years, the new york state bar association has shaped the development of the law, educated and informed the profession and the public, and responded to the demands of a changing society.

mr. ferrier then proposed « the mayor and corporation of fredericton, » to which the mayor responded giving his first speech in english and afterwards in french.
mr. ferrier then proposed "the mayor and corporation of fredericton," to which the mayor responded giving his first speech in english and afterwards in french.

survey of the pesticide risk reduction steering group on minor uses of pesticides 12-juil.-2007 in response to a questionnaire on minor uses fifteen countries and the european commission responded.
survey of the pesticide risk reduction steering group on minor uses of pesticides 12-jul-2007 in response to a questionnaire on minor uses fifteen countries and the european commission responded.

bang bang bang! gunshots chased through the alley way, as i looked left and right i saw a bunch of dead civillians. i was in shock sneakly twisting myself around, ''micheal''( photographer)i whispered, ''yeah, did you just see that, that was crazy!'' he responded nervoulsy loud. i clutch on to micheal with force shoving my hand over his mouth sealing it ''what do you think your doing , do you want to die.'' i muttered in michaels ear. we need to split up michael suggested sudden two men approached me wearing; thermal synthetic, silk black balaclavas, and scatty pants and boots. however, one of these guys couldn't speak english ''where you from?'' asked the suspected criminal with an east african accent, i replied, ''united kingdom sir.'' ''now, what's a wealthy man like you doing in a wasteland like this?'' ''urm...'' he screwed up his face as if it were paper. ''tourist'' i responded slowly breaking a sweat. '' i dont believe you'' he said with a slight smirk ''whats going on'' echoed in the mist, i quickly turned my head 90 degrees south. the man struck his firearm in my face, shaking from left to right unsure whats going on, it appeared to be my cameraman micheal ''lets go'' he shouted in a high pitched voice. i ran like usain bolt adrenaline rushed through my body, the intense feeling of death around the corner felt cold, bang bang bang... for every gunshot there was a heartbeat. '' come on'' micheal screamed, bang! ''no!..'' sympathy did not exist at this point i had to carry on ''everyman for himself.'' ''just keep running'' i told myself exhaling deeply, ''no more running, no more gunshots, and no more dead bodies, just silence!'' letting the winds pass through my fingers knowing i'm at safety. beep beep ! ''do you need lift my friend?'' a cab driver said out of the bloom, as i got into the cab ''yes to the airport please '' i responded in a shocked humour. ''you leaving my friend?'' cab driver asked ''yeah i'm done here, was just a photographer, helping poor parts of africa become more fortunate unfortunately my help was not needed, you see life's not a story its reality.'' ''wait why did i lie to them...'' ''guess that doesn't matter anymore just lost a colleague '' i said to myself, ''what you talking about my friend?'' the cab driver interfered ''sigh nothing'' as i stared out the window having short flashbacks of what just happend, its like it all took place in a split second. meanwhile, later that day... i finally arrived at the airport it was pitch black, night time the time remained unknown. beeep beep, the cab driver beeped his horn, appeared to be wanting something, ''where's my money my friend?'' ''oh! yeah here. i casually handed over the drivers change. ''bye now'' the cab driver said, i marched as fast as i could into the airport, as, my head drifted in the direction of the airports television everything was coming back to me again ''grr'' i grunted, it seemed to be what just happend earlier ''they has been ruthless murdering spree going on we will investigate more be sure to tune in: itn news'' the tv had just mentioned. the gutted feeling you have when you know who the fugitives of a crime was, but i couldn't let that phase me i took like a brush to the shoulder and booked my flight. united kingdom! had been tanoid i knew it was my time to say good bye. gunshots! i dont believe you... lets go! noo!... no more running no more gunshots nore more died bodies lifes not a story its realitypunctuation
autobang bang bang! gunshots chased through the alley way, as i looked left and right i saw a bunch of dead civillians. i was in shock sneakly twisting myself around, ''micheal''( photographer)i whispered, ''yeah, did you just see that, that was crazy!'' he responded nervoulsy loud. i clutch on to micheal with force shoving my hand over his mouth sealing it ''what do you think your doing , do you want to die.'' i muttered in michaels ear. we need to split up michael suggested sudden two men approached me wearing; thermal synthetic, silk black balaclavas, and scatty pants and boots. however, one of these guys couldn't speak english ''where you from?'' asked the suspected criminal with an east african accent, i replied, ''united kingdom sir.'' ''now, what's a wealthy man like you doing in a wasteland like this?'' ''urm...'' he screwed up his face as if it were paper. ''tourist'' i responded slowly breaking a sweat. '' i dont believe you'' he said with a slight smirk ''whats going on'' echoed in the mist, i quickly turned my head 90 degrees south. the man struck his firearm in my face, shaking from left to right unsure whats going on, it appeared to be my cameraman micheal ''lets go'' he shouted in a high pitched voice. i ran like usain bolt adrenaline rushed through my body, the intense feeling of death around the corner felt cold, bang bang bang... for every gunshot there was a heartbeat. '' come on'' micheal screamed, bang! ''no!..'' sympathy did not exist at this point i had to carry on ''everyman for himself.'' ''just keep running'' i told myself exhaling deeply, ''no more running, no more gunshots, and no more dead bodies, just silence!'' letting the winds pass through my fingers knowing i'm at safety. beep beep ! ''do you need lift my friend?'' a cab driver said out of the bloom, as i got into the cab ''yes to the airport please '' i responded in a shocked humour. ''you leaving my friend?'' cab driver asked ''yeah i'm done here, was just a photographer, helping poor parts of africa become more fortunate unfortunately my help was not needed, you see life's not a story its reality.'' ''wait why did i lie to them...'' ''guess that doesn't matter anymore just lost a colleague '' i said to myself, ''what you talking about my friend?'' the cab driver interfered ''sigh nothing'' as i stared out the window having short flashbacks of what just happend, its like it all took place in a split second. meanwhile, later that day... i finally arrived at the airport it was pitch black, night time the time remained unknown. beeep beep, the cab driver beeped his horn, appeared to be wanting something, ''where's my money my friend?'' ''oh! yeah here. i casually handed over the drivers change. ''bye now'' the cab driver said, i marched as fast as i could into the airport, as, my head drifted in the direction of the airports television everything was coming back to me again ''grr'' i grunted, it seemed to be what just happend earlier ''they has been ruthless murdering spree going on we will investigate more be sure to tune in: itn news'' the tv had just mentioned. the gutted feeling you have when you know who the fugitives of a crime was, but i couldn't let that phase me i took like a brush to the shoulder and booked my flight. united kingdom! had been tanoid i knew it was my time to say good bye. gunshots! i dont believe you... lets go! noo!... no more running no more gunshots nore more died bodies lifes not a story its reality