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The room was dark except for the bright light like light up a stage in front of an audience. On the stage was a girl with brown hair and forest green eyes. He brown hair flowed freely down her shoulder and she was dressed in renaissance clothing. Her entire being conveyed a figure of elegance. With her right hand placed lightly on her chest and her other in the air reaching out she recited her lines.
"A little more than kin, and less than kind” She said to the audience. As she uttered those words another light light up the stage showing a boy dressed like the girl. “How is it that the clouds still hang on you?” The girl replied. “Not so, my lord; I am too much i’ the sun” As the two recited their lines another light came on the stage. “Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off, And let thine eye