[center]Weston watched the girl off and begun to talk to himself, [b]"Being able to make infinite fruit, huh? That must be cool,"[/b] he turned around and looked at the remaining stalls, still open and bustling. He briefly stopped to wonder to himself: [i]Was his mother or father a human? Were they able to do something like that girl could?[/i]

No point of wasting time thinking about it, he supposed. He slapped his palms against Velion's counter and began walking around the stalls once again.

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Taylor could not find anywhere to search for jobs. It was already fairly late into the day and she could feel the sun beating down on her. To take refuge and perhaps to search for information, she returned to her original schedule and headed into the library. Walking around inside, it was a lot more active than she would've thought: meaning, there were more people than she would have originally thought.

She closed the door behind her softly and walked by the counter, standing for a moment, looking lost. The librarian stopped and glared at her, in which she gave a nervous smile. [i]God, she hated socializing.[/i] She began walking across the carpet and stopped near a map directory. She grabbed one of the town, looking over her shoulder, before dropping the back onto a nearby table and searching for the police station or maybe some ice cream. Damn, it was hot. [/center]