So in 1977, I am getting ready to go on a mission. 19 years old, check. Temple recommend, check. White shirts, check. Suit and ties, check. Postman shoes, check. Underwear? Time to go to the distribution center and get fitted for my new underwear. The nice lady clerk hands me several pairs of one piece garments to try on and points to the dressing room at the back. Ok, no problem. I dress down th
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