Moving, spinning, hurtling through the sky. Faster than a speeding bullet. More powerful than a locomotive. Look up in the sky. Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No. It's Sam. Moving faster and faster. They think I'm falling but I'm not.
Mama Sam's voice echoed in Isabel's head as if she was speak- ing to Isabel. It doesn't matter. It was told to you in confidence, and you should keep that trust. Isabel gasped. Had she really thought that or had Mama Sam spoke to her ...
Eight-year-old Sam is always daydreaming about exploring space and the deepest seas, which is awesome—except when he’s supposed to be focusing on schoolwork or stuff at home.
happy to see us, and since then, he has been the perfect example of proper canine behavior in our absence. ... Look through. Sam's. Eyes. As I walk through this mystical place, I find the scent of many others who have been here, ...
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But for all his uniqueness, Sam has many traits in common traits with children who see the world differently than many of us. ... But this clear and narrow focus is also one of the reasons their social skills are often so poor.
As she stood there looking at the small stream, Sam stopped drawing in the sand at gazed at her. ... It was transparent, but it appeared as though one was looking through a crystal blanket with a sky-blue tint.
I'm still over at Sam's. ... They get to Sam's and made them self a drink and sat at the kitchen table and they all started to talk about the next time ... He ran through the house and out the front door and sees the suspect speed away.
Sam looked through theclothes hanging onthe coat stand, found anice scarf and handed ittoTony. 'Not this one, stupid. Youcan see ... She was sure that he could see out from under it but she didn't say anything. 'Ready?' Sam asked.
I wouldn't have minded a chance to see through Sam's clothing.” “I'd pay not to see through yours, Dez,” Sam retorted. “Ouch,” said Ramsay with a chuckle. ... He moved with ease, not looking at all like someone encased in armour.