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Elvis Hairy Fun

This afternoon the student minister asked me to put some Elvis hair onto a photo of the preacher for their Elvis hair contest that they're having tonight at the 50s Nite youth event. It took about an hour and a half and ended up with two fun options for them.

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I found these two images online and used them to make the final once I found a decent photo of the pastor.
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