The first time I ever met missionaries from The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, they were at my door looking for the man who sublet the apartment to me. When I told them I did not know where to find him, they asked if he had left the book Meet the Mormons. I remembered seeing it under the phone book. I gave it to them and to make a long story very short they gave it back to me and asked me to read it. That was the beginning of a great new life. Randy found this copy at DI and bought it for me. It actually is in much better condition than the one the missionaries loaned me.
The End
10 years ago
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That is so much fun to see!
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