“Whatcha doin’?” Donatello dropped down to his knees on the cold concrete floor next to an uncharacteristically pensive-looking Michaelangelo.
“Nothin’,” said Mikey quickly, and just as quickly gathered the old frayed blanket he had been fingering into a bundle.
“What’s under there?”
“Nothin’.”
Donnie folded his hands in his lap and watched
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