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Kate:

Seriously though are you okay? You called us Wednesday night saying how much you loved tequila and then… silence. If I wasn’t in a different hotel I’d have stormed in.

Me:

I can confirm that I am alive.

Kate:

Thank GOD.

Gwen:

Jesus, I was one step away from flying out there myself. How you holding up, bird?

Me:

I’m doing… surprisingly well, considering. But I did confirm something.

Kate:

What?

Gwen:

WHAT???

Me:

Tyler Reed definitely has a massive fucking cock.

Gwen:

NOOOOOOO. Mate. You didn’t??

Kate:

Orla Marie Sheehan, what are you saying right now?? OMG are you still in his bed?? I nearly dropped Noah when I read that.

Me:

I can neither confirm nor deny.

Kate:

Jordan says it’s true. He’s seen it. says his is bigger though

Me:

Kate! Don’t tell him! I have a reputation to uphold… and a job.

Kate:

He won’t say anything. He values his life too much.

Gwen:

Group call later. We need details.