Kennedy Johnson was your normal, country girl, down the road a mile from her best friend, Alyssa Chandler. Every morning she would let the chickens out, milk the cows, walk the dogs, feed the horses, feed the sheep and the other animals. At the end of the day, she walks to Alyssa's house and has a sleepover. To be continued...
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