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#893 Don N. CS: 1,2,3,4,5 - Protect LDS Children
It’s 1973, I’m 15 years old, it’s mutual night, we’re playing basketball in the cultural hall. I’m thirsty so I walk out into the foyer to get a drink from the fountain and standing there is a young woman in my ward, a year or two older than me who normally didn’t say more than…