"Yeah, you've got Sam. I'm not here so leave a message. If this is Frank, whatever Ramon did, just clean it up and suck it up. You're in charge there."
Sam didn't feel too great today. He knew the reasons behind it but still hated that he could barely get out of bed and that James felt the need to bring him water and a bunch of dried up vegetables to try and get him back on his feet
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The music room is often where Sam found himself these days. Between Council meetings, Council business and dealing with the weirdness of his estate, the music room was the place he felt most comfortable, most relaxed
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The Council meeting had run last night leaving Sam tired and worn thin. It hadn't been a bad meeting but it continued to be something he just didn't want to do. The only good thing had been Brid and her good mood. She'd spent the entire meeting making faces when others had been talking or throwing him notes when the faces got old
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Sam was covered in mud. Covered. From head to toe, only the tiniest bits of clean skin or clean fabric peeked through. Beside him, Ramon was similarly caked in mud while Frank trailed behind them, wet and complaining
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Ramon was asleep at the kitchen counter. Sam had spent a few bleary moments just staring at his friend before he'd shaken his head and tossed a blanket over his shoulders. They'd had a Super Bowl party last night and Ramon had a little too much fun, it seemed. There were gnomes around his feet (also asleep) and Sam was just going to leave them
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Sam had decided to get a new tattoo today. The pandas on his chest had turned out really well and Sam kind of liked the idea of getting a new piece of ink every few months. Nothing huge or garish but something. Ramon had already suggested a skull and crossbones (Sam had vetoed that) while Haley said he needed to get a flower on his neck (Sam had
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