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From your chalk eating, grass chewing, marker sucking days. To our "oops i did it again" marathons in the mpr. To the day you got too carried away with our barkada "fight" and ended up scratching our arms and pulling our hair. Macaroni and CHEZ. BALL. And to that girls' night out when you were being quiet and conservative just because your dress was.
Oh Helena, come home I miss your hotness and craziness! I love you so much, Hel!