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"But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed. - John Keats Katrina stared at the red folder that was now in her hands with a look of disbelief in her eyes. When she had given it to him,she had not expected that he would sign them, not this fast anyway. She had expected him to at least give her fight and that alone had given her the confidence and a comfort that he was somehow still hers. Warped as it was that was just but the only relationship that she had ever known with Ryan. He may have been a friend before and to some point he was now somehow chummy, but she knew how his mind worked. Causing her grief was just about the only thing that he actually lived for. Now that he had given her freedom, she did not know how to feel or even what to thin
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