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"Ow!" Mikey yelled as he felt a small fist connect with his knee. Impulsively, he reached down and grabbed the wrist of the hand that delivered the blow. It was a small wrist on the small arm of a small turtle who didn't appear any older than eight, wearing a red bandanna and a familiar look of bitterness."what was that!?" Mikey demanded retaining his hold on the small character's arm, his tone more that of confusion than anger.













