05/13/2009. 1139. I was driving the missionaries back to their apartment after a lesson with an investigator. We stopped at an Asian grocery store along the way. I had been there a couple years ago, and one of the employees accepted a Korean Book of Mormon. We could follow-up to see if they still had it or had read it. The missionaries went in with me to buy some snacks. The cashier today
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