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The moon shone down from the sky, its enchanting beams of light shonen through the balcony and into the room as if it was trying to illuminate the small chamber with it’s light. It wasn’t much, but enough well you could see by, and if one looked hard enough into the room, they would a see a young woman combing through her long thick hair. But other then the night watch, who was unaware of the young lady, there was no one to observe her; all of the other inhabitants of the hotel had long since gone to bed.
The comb soon ceased its motion and found a resting spot upon a table as Lisa twisted locks of hair behind her head, and secured them with a silver clasp. She stood up, and removed her cloak that hung on the right side of the wall, she slipped it onto her pale shoulders and made her way to the balcony and stood there. A faint sound came behind her, she turned to see MacGyver walking behind her and holding her into his strong arms, it matters not how long they stood there watching the stars and the moon.
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