06/02/2009. 1153. After volunteering at the storehouse, I stopped for gas on the way home, at a place I've been to before, but not regularly. I paid at the pump, but afterwards went inside to buy some stuff in hopes of having a book placement opportunity. The cashier seemed to be from India, so I asked, and he said he was. I asked what languages he spoke, and he said Punjabi. I asked if I
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