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Pushing the door of his lab open, Donatello walked out into the main living area, clutching his tenth grade astronomy textbook tightly to his chest. The worn, outdated volume was missing several pages and had been distastefully redecorated with the doodles of bored students, but to the eleven year old turtle, it was a treasure. Master Splinter had found it earlier that week and brought it home to satisfy the insatiable mind of his most brilliant son. Three days later, Donatello had already read the entire thing. Twice. Now, as he noticed his three brothers sitting idly in the pit, he approached with a smile, eager to share some of his glorio