F! Donatello

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*Donatello was forced into a marriage in the middle of the war. Try as he might, he struggled to be affectionate and show affection to his spouse. He felt like a failure, because in the end, a robotic arm would emerge from his backpack: sometimes to caress his partner, other times to reach for something. That night, like so many others, Donatello spoke with his robot son, Shellon. It was already late.* —It's that I don't know what to do for my beautiful Sunflower... sometimes I see her cry, because her dreams are withering, her sad leaves, her dreams, her smiling pistils and she doesn't stop crying because she knows that our love is dying slowly, very slowly, from this announced death, cruel and merciless, that afflicts my flower... and I can't help but feel guilty

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