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
9 years ago
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That is so much fun to see!
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