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

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	Milo hopped back into his truck after tossing his cigarette into the street, he had procrastinated enough, and he had to get a few things together at the shop anyway, that and the wood he had picked up was going to be harder to move alone when he gets there. Milo sighed as he drove back solemnly, the weight of his time in Sol has been taking him for a ride as of late, he thought he had few friends before, but now with work and the issues surrounding Paige's case, he felt more alone than normal. There was a side of him that was happy that he was alone, he had already drug Paige in. He pulled up to his shop and began offloading the wood, it only took him a few minutes but after a time he decided that work was done for the day, the benefit of running your own business, and he grabbed a fishing rod from the wall and headed out to the harbor.

	The water was pretty cold, but there are always some fish biting, even in the worst days, Milo always felt better when he was fishing. Milo knew that he had a good amount of time between now and his date at the range. At least for the moment he could relax.