Sam winced as she peeked out through the brand new hole in the side of her their the garage, face covered in soot (except for around the safety goggles), hair sticking up in several different directions, but thankfully not on fire
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Sam didn't care that it was hot and humid and cloudy. She was going to mow her lawn and weed the back flower gardens around the house, and then she was going to grill herself a hot dog and have a cold beer from her back porch while she watched the sun set
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Sam knew she had put it off too long, but she didn't want to see the look on Cameron's face as she explained what she was doing and why. Still, she was leaving tomorrow and he deserved more than a note. She waited by the door frame to his room, then knocked, hoping he was in there. Mostly.
Sam was having a lazy day. Well, lazy for her. There'd been running in the morning, before it got too hot, then she'd camped out in a lounge chair in the backyard to work on her tan and catch up on recentscientificdevelopmentsAnd, because she knew herself to some extent, she had a legal pad and pencil so she could figure out the calculations
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One of Sam's very favorite activities was drinking her first mug of coffee in bed on Sunday mornings. The problem with this now was that she had to get up, dressed, and looking semi-presentable in case she ran into Cameron in the kitchen or living room
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Sam was bouncing. A lot. And, unbeknowst to Jack (hopefully, though probably not, in reality), her pockets were full of screwdrivers, hydrospanners, and a flashlight
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