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Prom King Runs in the family

Prom King Runs in the family

May 4, 2009March 26, 2016 stefanieboyce

Well, I went to Zion’s prom on Saturday…I had two dates, Katie and Rian 🙂 We went to see Tanner hand off his crown to Tyler! Salt and Pepper are so cute!

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