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Just to See What It's Like
Despite everything that had happened that day, and the fact that he had been right (again), Raphael felt bad for Leonardo. He had his faults, and he had good intentions, but Karai had caused him enough grief for one night. Raph decided that now was the time.
It was late. Everyone else was asleep. But he couldn’t wait one more second while Leo was in his room sulking over a girl that wasn’t even an “option” anymore. As much as he hated to admit it, Karai was their sister. Not a love interest. He had to make Leo see that.
Knock, knock. Raph waited for a few moments, listening for any indication of sound from the other
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TMNT: The Amazing Donatello
“Mikey pick a card,” Donnie said fanning out about a dozen cards in his three fingered hands, “don’t tell what it is!” Mikey picked a card and the Donnie collapsed the cards into a deck, “now remember you’re card and put it on top.” Donnie commanded.
Mikey scrunched up his face. In his hands he held a three of hearts. He whispered ‘three of hearts‘ over under his breath, “ready!”
Donnie cut the small deck, placing the bottom card to the top and then fanned it out. Donnie fanned out the cards and looked them over. “Three of hearts!” he declared.
“Wow D
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Our Daddy
Disclaimer: I do not own TMNT (sadly)
Summary: One turtle tot has a question for his "daddy" (based on 2012 turtles)
Note: For the fanfic contest on TurtleTot-Literature (1,073 words)
Yoshi sat in his room savouring the quiet time while it lasted. With four young turtles to care for these moments of peace and serenity were rare and cherished. Not that he would change the circumstances he now found himself in. Despite the hardships, the physical mutation and the sense of overwhelming responsibility Yoshi found himself strangely contented with his life.
Thinking of his four young sons brought a smile to his furred face. It had been almost two
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I know a girl who is beautiful
She's whole. She's full. She's complete
But when other's are around her...
She's broken.
I feel sorry for that girl...when I think of her...
these are the words I use to discribe her. Just a few.
But...they are so very true.
She's whole. She's full. She's complete
But when other's are around her...
She's broken.
I feel sorry for that girl...when I think of her...
these are the words I use to discribe her. Just a few.
But...they are so very true.
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