It's a Blend

Bob stood toe-to-toe with Dick. Their voices rose higher in the midevening quiet. They grew shrill and tense.

A window on the second floor of the nearest apartment house flew open. A voice snapped, "Stop that noise down there! Bob, you get up here!" It was Bob's dad. That broke it.

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