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Helios had taken Max to the Apple store, which had been four weeks ago. Max knew he should have been grateful and excited even, and he had been, but he still was. He had been waiting for his friends to reply so he could tell them everything, but after almost four weeks, when he hadn’t heard a peep from all of them, he was panicking. He had been constantly texting them, begging at this point, for one of them to reply to him, and they didn’t. And Max couldn’t help but think of the worst-case scenario: they had abandoned him. They had grown sick of him, faked a job, and left him, and they would never come back. At this moment, the six were on their bikes, laughing and giggling over foolish little Max, who had gotten too attached to them. “I’m sure they’re fine,” Helios said for the nth time