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Homecoming Invitation

Kenny's creative way of asking Kendra to the dance.

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  2. WOW! That is awesome. When I was visiting my cousin in Illinois in April, her son told me that the asking of a girl to his prom was a very intricately planned maneuver, and that it had to be a surprise! How sweet. I'd love to have been asked to a dance in such creative fashion!

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  3. How sweet!!!!! I hope she said yes!

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  4. That is the top of creativity. What person would not say "yes" to such a handsome guy! I still can't believe he is a senior. Shell I have to tell you seeing you the other day it seemed as if you have a restored "inner beauty" about you. You looked beautiful.

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  5. Wow. I just showed that to my husband to remind him that he could try something that sweet sometimes. =)

    Way to go Kenny. Can't wait to see pictures. You're growing up so fast young man. I'm sure that your dad is so proud of you. Who wouldn't be?

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  6. love how the video turned out!!
    it was fun making it! :]]
    check out our blog!! :]]
    Love,
    Kaitlyn&&Sadee

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  7. Hey shell!
    so i was watching that video once again! it was the sweetest thing kenny could have done! and thank you so much for staying up soooo late to do that! it made our senior year homecoming that much more special.now i'll have that forever to look back on! thank you again! and kaitlyn you did a great job too!! love you guys!
    kendra

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