All’s peaceful at the National Beagle Club. Out of sight, a jeep pulls up. From it, Cousin Abby barges, arms outstretched. "I'm HERE.” Folks pretend not to notice, struggling to continue their conversation, to avoid an encounter. Arms flop down, then fling back out, giving the entrance another shot. "I'm HERE". Still no reaction. Phase two goes into effect. She saddles up to the group, thrusting her elbow atop a stranger’s shoulder, showing off her monstrous height. She juts out her chest, her stomach, smiles a gooney grin. Unimpressed with this audience, she runs off to make some more entrances.
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