"You've reached Sam. I'm not here. Leave me a message and I'll call you back."

"You've reached Sam Harper, photographer for the LA Daily News. I'm not at my desk at the moment but leave me a message with your name and number, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can, or you can shoot me an e-mail at S-dot-Harper at LA Daily dot org. Have a ( Read more... )

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He was starting to get used to the feel of a body sleeping next to his, almost to the point where he wasn’t considering the fact that one day that might not be there.

Sam knew he was going to be doing a lot of running back and forth for the holidays, but he felt it was worth it to accommodate all the family he had.

Sam knew that family was family and there wasn’t exactly anything you could do about it, but he had to say that Dixon was far from what he expected from Devon’s family.

I’m still picking cobwebs out of my hair.

You know, I say I only come to take pictures, and not only do I wind up playing referee, I also get talked into being part of the action.

I really hope the kids don't start crying.

You Are The Silence of the Lambs


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Sam didn’t know how he wound up being the one to talk to her about this, but he didn’t want them to fall apart any more than Devon did, even if that involved playing confusion to the fact that she thought he was “stewing.”

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