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Record of the FB convo's/msgs RE:Dakota

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Kristina Falkner March 23 at 9:29pm (to Cajun D.)
I think I have to block you for the time being, I'm really sorry about it, but your mom has gone off the deep end and I don't want any connections that she can see me on for the time being. :P
(*James' Sister sent this inbox msg to Cajun)

Laurie Rhodes Maloy: Wondering why we didn't get to see Dakota...
Ashlee Kersting
it was a trip for us and for our family to see our baby
Tue at 1:01pm

Laurie Rhodes Maloy
Dakota is also OUR Family and we are HIS Family.
Tue at 5:11pm

Ashlee Kersting
still, the trip was for us.
Tue at 5:43pm

Laurie Rhodes Maloy
Why is nobody thinking of Dakota?
I don't understand why it has to be this complicated and hostile feeling when you were essentially down the street. You (as in James as well) can't erase the reality that Dakota has a family who loves him, regardless of our financial and life situations that restrict us from access to him as well as avoidance and ... See More deception by you and James. It's hurtful and wrong.
I will leave this between you and Sonya, in all reality, it should be between James and Sonya. He needs to be able to talk rationally and honestly with her about this as it should have been from day one.
I am very hurt and disappointed that I trusted you all, I only wanted what was best for Dakota, now I'm scared for him. It looks as if he's been replaced by another Jimmy, he get's no mention or pictures anymore and he looks very thin and his hair unkempt. Is he just second in line or even further back now?
Tue at 6:19pm

Ashlee Kersting
Dakota is healthy, well kept, and gets plenty of attention. This weekend long trip was so James' family and my family could spend time with the kids, and us.
Tue at 6:40pm
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