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          “Keys, wallet, phone…” Steve shifted, reaching around and
      patting every pocket to double check before starting starting to head out.

A quick flick of the wrist as he locked the knob,
the secure snap of the deadbolt; all things that have
since become habitual. Yet habits were broken when
he proceeded to turn and nearly bowl someone over—
a petite blond which he assumed to be his neighbor.

                                     "Oh- Sorry.“