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Bow-shaped lips. Freckles covered her nose. She seemed flustered with mutual conspiracy. As if they were prisoners planning an escape, flipping through the sticky notes between their eyes. She is probably French. So step in it, Rodney, it never hovers above forty miles an hour and hello darkness my old friend shirt! Either way, they’ll soon get lost and have to ask for directions from the man leading his golden retriever. Because Max and Rodney and Ben were traveling to an alien territory: the land of rich puppies, with Izod shirt collars and bright combed hair from the inside, none of these This Hardys or Chips or Sheps works during the summer, except for their tennis and golf at Kenwood, where Max, Rodney and Ben go into labor like their koalas for three hours and thirty-five an hour.