From the editors of Critique My Novel:
He reached his right hand across his body to slip it into the inner breast pocket of his overcoat. He frowned and withdrew his empty hand. His phone wasn’t in that pocket. Patting his outer pockets with both hands, his nodded when he felt the bulge of his phone in the left one. He slipped his left hand into the pocket and withdrew the source of the incessant buzzing.
Still holding it in his left hand, he used his right hand to flip open the phone. He stared at the screen for a few moments before closing the phone, as he had decided not to answer the call. He switched the phone to his right hand because he decided he wanted it in his left breast pocket. He then slipped it into the pocket inside his coat.
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