05/29/2009. 1151. I had supper at a Mexican restaurant I hadn't been to before. On one of his trips to my table, I asked the Hispanic waiter if he liked to read in Spanish, and he said yes. I showed him a copy of the Spanish Book of Mormon, and asked if he'd seen it before. He had heard or seen it a couple times before, but didn't own a copy. I offered it to him, and he accepted it. He also
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