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Garrett
A few weeks later my keys are in my hands, and I'm searching for my phone when Sydney walks downstairs. I'm late to the Single Dads Club meeting and that's probably why she's ventured out of her cave. She thought I'd be gone by now.
“Syd, have you seen my phone?” I continue to search the couch cushions, although I haven't sat on it from the time I walked in the door until now.
“No.” She opens the kitchen cabinet, rummaging through its contents.
“I can grab dinner on my way home.”
“I'm not really hungry,” she says, and then comes out of the kitchen with a bag of tortilla chips and a jar of salsa. “It was in the fridge.” She throws me my phone with her other hand.
Good thing my rugby skills are still awesome.
I catch it and eye her chips. “Hungry for crap though?”
She shru
