[center][h1][color=f26522]Milo Ventri[/color][/h1][/center]

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	Milo listened to What Vika was saying, for some reason she seemed to be hinting at something some miracle cure, something that may help her out, that would be wonderful for her, she would be able to shed the insecurities of her illness and really start coming back to the person she told him she used to be. Milo wondered if he would want to be with her then? Did he really want to be with her now? Before he could even really say anything, she had already started to head back to her car, they were like awkward friends now, nothing like before, Milo could tell, no matter the outcome of her trip, the relationship they had tried to make was over, he only hoped that she came back stronger, for herself, no one else.

	Milo caught a couple more fish before heading back in himself. Four large catfish cleaned and filleted the way only a country boy could. Milo started to prep everything to make some lunch and set the rest for that evening. As he sat waiting for his oil to heat up, he pulled out his phone and flipped through the screens, he stopped on the text panel and pulled up Paige, for some reason he couldn't stop thinking about last night. [i][color=f26522]"Hey, hope you didn't get too hungover this morning, let me know if you want to hit the bar again."[/color][/i] Milo knew now that this was starting to get odd, he was trying to pay attention to his words to not sound off, but the acknowledgement that he could made him painfully aware that part of what started killing his relationship with Vika, was his own attraction to Paige. He sat back in his chair and sighed, [color=f26522][i]How am I supposed to deal with this now?[/i][/color] he wondered as his oil started to heat, he stood and put in some of the fish to fry, nothing like fried food to help a hangover.

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