Baked.

Spotted.  Bad Food.  Shouldn't every girl be allowed a chef?  Sources may say this diva did not belong in the kitchen this week.  or next week.  or the next.  Put down that spatula, when the cinnamon rolls are ruined for the second time its a sign to call your friend Mr. Einstein.  Good news world...no need to call weight watchers.  This woman's baking is singlehandedly fixing the obesity epidemic.  Your welcome?

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Spotted. B. This is a story. In Pink. Or rather, words twisted to make otherwise normal life sound dramatic and exciting. If you're lucky, you'll be spotted too. Enjoy.