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*Up on the roof, in a tent that dreams of being a one bedroom apartment, an ex-turtle mumbles to himself while he wages a silent war against his tie.*

This had to have been his idea. Fuckin' Mikey. Can't just have a party. No no. Has to be a fancy dress party. Goddamnit!

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Sometimes the boy makes her knees weak, makes something in her sigh. This would be one of those times.

"Anywhere. Any time. Ever."

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*He smirks.*

Later. I promise.

*Then he holds his arm out for her, and they exit.*