Don't know if this has been posted but it is ICA's letter about Caylee's name being "trademarked" - take it for what it's worth. I've included the whole letter for context.
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about Finally seeing my Mom. I walk into the courtroom completely
shackled, which was against the judge‘s orders, so I get seated, and Baez
relays the message, so I have to get reescorted outside to get uncuffed—
only from the waist up. Joy. Well, I trip as I try to sit down the second
time, Klutz that I am. All in front of the camera. A few minutes pass,
they start to let in the spectators, all media, and I ask if my Mom is there
yet. Baez briefly tells me that she is ―SICK‖ and isn't coming.
Welcome to the proverbial punch in the stomach. Court did go
reasonably well, a few laughs, courtesy of the judge, and I was back here
just before 10:30. I talked to 3 of my attorneys just before coming back
and they‘re so upset that my Mom bailed on me and the fact that her
attorney shows up, waving all conflict with my Mom‘s former attorney,
who started working for the enemy the day he ―resigned‖ from working
with my folks, back on November 20, my brother‘s birthday. –Still
follow? I hope so! ‗Tis just the beginning

I was pretty upset on
Friday, but I didn‘t want anyone to worry, especially not my Cookie, so
I put on my happy face and let it go.
Saturday, around noon—Baez and my attorney, who was down from
New York for the weekend, came to fill me in on all of the drama. They
still couldn't get in contact with my Mom, and are both still extremely
frustrated about what went down the days previous. I‘m right there with
them. This is when I get all of the details from Thursday-Saturday.
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Here‘s where it gets good!

BOO.
My Mom has been battling us on the service details, religiously (and
without any consideration of my ideas or feelings on the matter.) Her
idiot attorney has been bashing Baez and my defense team for a couple
weeks now, without reason, and my Mom has done nothing to stop it.
We‘re the ones being made out to be careless, heartless and selfish, but
we‘re the only ones playing by the rules and trying to avoid stepping on
anyone‘s toes. Sadly, we‘re the true Schmucks in this for playing nicely.
There are so many details I want to convey, but it almost seems tedius to
keep on *****ing. I‘ll stick to the main details, even though the one‘s
temporarily withheld are some of the most important.

I miss you
sis!!!!!
Anyway, we try to formulate a plan to cover our butts from any more
slander and to at least keep on with our pattern of nice-playing. I find
out that my brother was acting according to scripts, via Law
enforcement, when he came to visit with me back in July and August,
and he was reporting back to them with whatever I told them. I told you
about everything my Dad said during his interviews with Le. So two
down, one to go.
Sunday morning—Baez and Linda come back to re update me on the
Super Fun weekend, and have even more Fun details to share. My
"SICK" Mommy hitches
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Out to Tampa on Saturday, hence why Baez still couldn't get a hold of
her. Turns out, she meets with Meredith Veiera, formerly of the view,
now associated with the media, the Today Show, I believe, or Good
Morning America. She‘s not well enough to take advantage of seeing
me in person on Friday, but can shmooze with the dirtbags the next
day?! Seriously?! But wait, there‘s more! (I‘m sweating while writing
this. My emotions are obviously getting a workout.)
Come to find out
that she put a Trademark on Caylee‘s name months back, never told me,
and even talked about doing the same with mine. This is the same time
she publicly states that she plans on writing a book about this!
B-E-T-R-A-Y-A-L!!! I‘m so sick to stomach even thinking about this.
I‘m the only person who has tried to protect Caylee throughout all of
this, and it kills me!
All my Mom talks about now is doing a public service for herself,
because she needs to. I can‘t believe my own mother is capitalizing, or
trying to, off of everything that has happened.
I had written her expressing my disgust, grief, and hurt, after what
happened on Friday, this is before finding out all of this. And what
happens when she meets up with Baez yesterday to read my letter? She
laughs at the idea of getting caught with her lunch on Saturday. Laughs!
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I can‘t take it Robyn. I can‘t I've done everything possible to hold my
family together and I continue to get stomped on, thrown under the bus,
and it doesn't surprise me anymore when it happens. I have too many
other things to worry about and now all of this! I‘ve officially lost my
entire blood-related family in the blink of an eye, in the midst of
mourning my daughter‘s death, trying to exonerate myself, and figure
out what steps to take in achieving these things, and I get ****ed over
by my entire family. I talked to Chaplain Gonzalez about it briefly, Clif
Notes version, and she wanted to cry. She told me my feelings are
completely valid, and that I have to start looking out for myself. Not
that I have a choice in the matter. They chose for me.
I know I‘m not alone; that God is with me. I have my newly adopted
family, and I have my Cookie. It‘s just hard to now have to mourn the
break-up of my family, and to move on. I‘m doing everything that I can
to forgive what‘s happened, but I can‘t. I can‘t. God is going to have to
hold my hand on this one and hold me to that promise—to
unconditionally love them all and to forgive their actions.
My heart is broken.

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other less depressing topic(s)—
I didn‘t listen to more than 5 minutes of the Super Bowl on Sunday.
(That was the Big Dance I had referred to.) I‘ve been sleeping a lot,
both at night and during the day. I‘ll admit, I‘ve had little to no
motivation to do anything since Friday. I‘ll get over it. How are you?
Thanks for the Count of Monte Cristo! My new all-time Favorite book!
One of my Fave movies, hands down. I had never read the book. Good
looking out, yo!

You‘re always good for a pick-me-up. How‘s the
cookie situation going? I ordered a pack myself last week, and I was
kind of disappointed. Oh well! And I‘m sort of Shabanged out. I‘m in a
funk! At least my hair is getting wayyy long, and I‘m getting used to it,
slowly but surely. My ghastly period is letting up, so I feel less icky.
The shower water has been really Hot the last couple of days. Quite
refreshing. I have a Super Cheezy question for you… Would you be my
Valentine?

I‘m cheering up, so no worries! I hope we get to talk one
of these days.
Know that I love ya and I miss ya, and I;m glad you‘re here! I promise
to write daily, no matter what kind of mood I‘m in. And Shannon is
here, we might as well play it safe and give her the book(s)
See ya! Wouldn‘t wanna be ya!

(Just Kidding!)