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"I'm sorry, April," said Shredder. "It was an accident." April picked blobs of paint out of her hair and replied, "You should be more careful, Shredder. Someone could have been hurt." April and Carla flew off to work in a quiet part of the garden, away from Red Wrinkler and his rowdy cousins. |