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(i'm walking down the street on my way home from the library.
i approach the crossroads and press the pedestrian button on the light post and wait
two men approach. . .)

man one: hello. we're missionaries with the church of (i dont recall). we were wondering if we could take the time to come to your home and talk to you about the book of mormon.
me: no thanks. my house isnt a religious one.
man one: you dont believe in god?
me: no. i dont.
man two: that's sad.
me: well, i dont find it to be.
man one: arent you cold? (i'm not sure how he meant this. . .)
me: no. i'm not. bye.
man two: god bless!