01/04/2011. 1267. After leaving the drug store, and starting to drive way, I saw an Ethiopian-looking man enter the coffee shop next door. So I parked again, grabbed an Amharic Book of Mormon from the trunk, and went into the coffee shop, and ordered a hot-chocolate and bagel. On my way out, I stopped at the man's table where he was sitting by himself, and asked if he spoke Amharic, and he said
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