Bob responded with an unsure kick at the boy's left knee. What's-His-Name, a wrestler at school, easily avoided Bob's kick. He might have responded to Bob's attack with further violence, but he saw something in Bob's eye just then; something crazy.
"Ef you, dude," said What's-His-Name. "You're nuts." He then hopped on his damaged bicycle and swerved away down the block to complete his paper route.
Bob collected himself for a moment, brushed off his coat and stood up straight. It was going to be harder to get in a real fight than he had thought. Bob had always just assumed that a fight could break out with anybody at any time for any reason. He'd never considered that it might take some effort to get into one.
Just then, the divorcee opened her front door and stepped out onto her porch...
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