04/03/2009. 1132. In the parking lot at the grocery store there were two African men speaking a foreign language. When they had a break in the conversation, I asked what they were speaking. Of the two, one was willing to speak to me, and said it was Yoruba. But he declined to receive a copy of the Yoruba Book of Mormon. Then after I was done at the bakery across the street, they were still
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