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As Raphael’s hand caressed Leonardo’s firm, green thigh, he sighed and smiled down at the blue-masked turtle. “One day, you’ll take off that mask, Leo,” he whispered, stroking the shivering, exhausted turtle. “One day,” Leonardo responded, pushing Raphael back on his shell, his strength suddenly returning in a rush of arousal… god ok i can’t write any more ahaha— Catie speculating on how Anaïs Nin would write fiction if she were a blogger after reading this article