Ina Garten Fanfiction

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She’d be damned if there weren’t a hungry young journalist out there just waiting to flag her recycled material, shout out how the Barefoot Contessa had…
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How could she look into Jeffrey’s sparkly, caring eyes and tell him, "I’m just not feeling as romantic these days?"
She brandishes her wooden spoon and yelps for Jeffrey.
“Viral in a virus. How do you like that?”
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