Katie's new life (on hold)

Katie's new life (on hold)

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SHIT this can not be happening.....GOD..NO, please god I can't believe this.. Katie Sarah Roberts can not believe what has happened in the past month. She just wishes she could wake up and this could all just be a dream. She wouldn't have to deal with James not being by her side. She wouldn't have to be blamed and told that it's all her fault that her husband died. It's not like she ran the read light. And now, now she has to deal with the surprise that her husband left her and the abuse from her parents and the rest of the town. Will they brake her? Will she find happiness ever again? Has she ever felt happiness?
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