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The wind blew through Kennedy's long black hair as her eyes wandered along the ground searching for fallen fruit. It wasn't that she didn't like picking the fruit off the tree's, she felt that she couldn't because they weren't her trees in the first place. She bent down, picked up a few fallen oranges, and explored around the planation some more. "What are you nervous about, nobody is paying any attention to you. After all, you're not doing any true crime." She thought to herself as she began to keep her eyes off the ground and to her surroundings on look out. She continued on again, this time more cautious about her movements. Her hair rustled around some bushes making more noise then she wanted. She looked around at the ground once more.