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Sorted for Anything Clarissa is calling every pet shop in the northern hemisphere for a score of endangered chinchillas. James is trying to source a penthouse in Mogadishu featuring surround sound, and Annabelle von Trapp is regretting her pledge that securing Cirque du Soleil for a four-year-old’s birthday party this weekend would be “A piece of cake”. It’s four o’clock in the morning. They’ve been up for 36 hours. The phone rings. It’s the client. “But of course,” Annabelle purrs, “Everything’s under control.” avantoure | school of trickery
