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“Guys,” Max whined, pulling the duvet over himself again. “I don’t want to.” Matt frowned as he pulled Max out of bed, ignoring his whining. “I don’t care,” he replied. “You wanted us to tell you and we did. So, now you have to learn self-defence techniques.” “And,” Amber added, scrunching her nose up a little. “Have a shower and leave your bed.” “I don't see the point,” he replied. “I’m tired. I want to sleep.” Oliver scowled. “All you have done for the past two weeks is sleep.” Max glared at him. “Do you f*****g blame me?” No one replied, so Max thought he had won, but, against his whining, Matt and Oliver dragged Max out of bed, pushed him into the bathroom and stood by his side as he freshened up for the first time in a while. The group somehow managed to teach M