The assistant boy came outside and told us that Marck is ready to see us and we could go in. My wife was praying in hope that Marck could help us.“M...rck at your service, Howdy” he said. He was probably in his fifties, had grey hairs and intelligent looking eyes, short and powerfully built for his age. My wife explained the situation while Marck carefully listened. She said how the 3 previous lactating consultants could not help at all. The first question he asked was “Did any of those fancy. ” Anh then proceeded to rattle off a bunch of Vietnamese, which it suddenly occurred to me I couldn’t understand a word of, but I didn’t bother to try to figure it out and just let the language wash over me as it wasn’t directed at me. Or at least I didn’t think it was, as suddenly Anh was glaring at me expectantly, so I quickly jumped up and ran to grab the single suitcase she was carrying. She apparently had a few of them already packed and prepared in her bedroom, so my family rushed to help. Much as he detests being mine, there’s nothing he can do about it. Mine he is. He’s more of a hostage or piece of livestock than a pet, but he’s my brown dog. Okay? Next. This color part is a bit tough for me. I know from what I remember of the Old World that brown was a color, a word used to describe or diffrenshiate or identify (It’s an adjective, young man, not a color!) by the hue of light reflected into the viewer’s kore-nea and so on. I don’t know if it’s the kore-nea or iris…or if I. This is a chat i done with some one who asked me for my real story rahul_shadow2000: if i lie, u pay something too merahul_shadow2000: ur wish,Sudha Kumar: oh boySudha Kumar: i will tell u a real incidnetSudha Kumar: t happened when my age is 10 and my sis is 8rahul_shadow2000: kSudha Kumar: we used to play naked gamesrahul_shadow2000: kSudha Kumar: it was the first time we tried itrahul_shadow2000: kSudha Kumar: we were bored and i was always curious abt naked gamesrahul_shadow2000: kSudha.