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January 2, 2011
He was tall, blond, and skinny, had a goatee and was already balding in his twenties. His small blue eyes were squinty, and he stuck out clearly as tourist everywhere we went there was no confusing it. He was from California and was a Mormon; during our travels together he gave me a Mormon bible with a hand-written dedication. This was a large part of his identity. He told me that he was not a virgin, and that this was a sin at his church, and that he had to confess it to the priest. I was a bit