Waking the neighborhood

The commotion dragged on for hours. Abby stayed glued to the window while lights flicked on across the block. Frustrated neighbors shouted into the night, demanding the dogs leave.
But the animals didn’t budge. No amount of yelling scattered them. They ignored every voice, every command, and continued their endless patrol. Their purpose was clear: something about that car bound them to it.
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