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CAMPBELL
“Come on. Come on. Come on,” I argued with my phone as I dialed Blaire for what felt like the millionth time.
Still f*****g nothing.
I nearly threw it against the wall with irritation.
“Hey, you’ll get ahold of her,” Viv said. “It will be fine.”
Santi nodded. “It’s not the end of the world.”
“Blaire is strong,” West added. He was slumped into a seat nearby, looking solemn.
Only Yorke said nothing.
“She was f*****g mobbed the last time we were photographed together. I don’t have high hopes for the rest of humanity,” I growled.
A half hour ago, Micky had stalled recording when he got a call from Bobby. A minute after that, we were all in front of the computer screen, staring at breaking celebrity news on TMZ about Campbell Abbey’s new girlfriend. The picture featured wa
