Marian looked into the fire and started to hum a small tune, one of the many songs she would hum when ever she was with Max, or working.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

Max's gaze darted to her, suddenly alert at this sound. He stared at her a long moment, clearly puzzled; it showed on his face, brows knit together quizzically.

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

Marian closed her eyes, tilting her head up, and started to sing the words that belonged to the song. Max always loved it, he said it felt like him in some ways, although she never knew why.

((here is the song. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aH5vLdbVXnA ))

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

Max stared hard at her. His expression was troubled, as though something he sought were just out of reach... His green eyes shifted down to the fire, listening to her. "How'd you know that song?"

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

Marian finished the song and smiled. "I used to sing it to my fiance." She confessed.

((Guess what, I made a small trailer for this, I used Josh Halloway as Max. If you give me you email, I could see if I could send it to you.))

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

(( K - littlewarriorbride333@gmail.com ))

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

((Iwill see if I can attach it to the email.))

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

(( Alright))

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

((Could you contnue, also I will have to put it on youtude, email won't work, its too big.))

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

(( I already posted before... ))

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

((Ok.))

Marian finished the song and smiled. "I used to sing it to my fiance." She confessed.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

He rubbed his forehead pensively, pondering something that itched in the back of his brain. "I... I know it somehow..."

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

Marian smiled, maybe he was remembering. "Really." she asked innocently. "Perhaps you would like to hear another?"

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

He shrugged a little, smiling an awkward, lopsided smile. "Sure, if you want. You have a nice voice, Marian. More then I can say for most of the men around here, myself included." He chuckled at this.

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

Marian smiled. As she started to sing, she could almost hear Max's words to her the first time she had sung to him before. It was almost the same as now.

"You have a nice voice, Marian. More then I can say for most of the people around here, myself included."

She had blushed so hard, he just laughed then kissed her.

(( Here is the song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sfm0qNBZo1I ))

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

He smiled slightly as she finnished, though it was strained. His head was aching awfully, that same strange feeling still pestering him in the back of his mind.
"I... I think I'll turn in for the night," he said distractedly. "I need rest, I think..."

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~