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Chapter Twelve – The Butterfly and the Phoenix Cig’s woke up from a night that contained little to no sleep, he kept playing Izzy’s words over and over in his head. He kept thinking maybe he had dreamed it, but he knew he hadn’t. He was anxious to get to the mess room this morning, to see his girl, he also knew that she would be just the same, there would be no gushing or any indication of her revelation to her best friend, that was not how his girl rolled, she was stubborn, strong willed, and determined, and he loved every last bit of her for it, even if it did drive him crazy. “f**k mate you tossed and turned all night” Tank groaned as he woke up “Yeah, sorry bro, did I keep you awake?” Cigs apologised “Yeah, you did, but its okay” Tank yawned out. Tank was missing his family