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The Way You Keep Me Guessing: Coco Teacher!AU

[Arc 1]

Arc 2: [Together] [A Talk] [The Visit] [Time] [Shot] [Dropping In]

Chapter 7: Penultimate

When Hector had said he was going to breakfast with his mother, Imelda had been perfectly happy to postpone her Saturday’s plans to keep an eye on Miguel for the morning. But as morning turned into afternoon Imelda began to be annoyed, and as afternoon turned to evening without even an explanatory text from Hector, Imelda was beginning to panic.

Which was ridiculous, Hector was a grown man with his adult mother catching up after years of not seeing each other. Honestly, she should have expected his visit to go longer than they’d anticipated.

But she still couldn’t shake her growing anxiety as the sun set, leaving her alone in her apartment with only Miguel and her unanswered texts on her phone.

“Is Tio Hector ever coming back?” Miguel huffed, pulling his blanket tighter and looking up at Imelda from where he was leaned against her side, both of them on her couch watching yet another episode of El Tigre, having moved to her apartment around lunchtime, “Did Tia Mari kidnap him or something? We were supposed to go see a movie today, Tio Hector promised.”

“Si, I know, but Hector hasn’t seen his mamá in a very long time, I’m sure they’ve just lost track of things.” Imelda said, ruffling Miguel’s hair but only getting a grumpy sigh in reply, “In fact,” Imelda said, checking the time on her phone yet again and keeping her voice light despite the grim feeling she got from seeing the time, “it’s way past your bedtime, even for a Saturday.”

“I don’t waaaant to sleeeep.” Miguel complained, slumping across her lap with a moan, his voice muffled in the thick blanket wrapped around him, “We don’t even have school tomorrow, can’t I stay up until Tio Hector’s home?”

“If I had any idea when that would be I might say yes,” Imelda said, her own annoyance with Hector starting to show, “but as it stands that might mean letting you stay up forever, and I can’t risk it.”

Miguel struggled and twisted in his blanket to look up at her, his eyes wide, “He is coming back right?” he asked, his voice that wavering tone that kids always got when they weren’t sure if an adult was really joking or not.

“Of course he is.” Imelda chided, hefting him up off her lap so she could stand, “Don’t be silly, he’ll probably walk in as soon as you’re in bed.”

“Sorry...I just, I know Tia Mari leaves for years sometimes...” Miguel said, sounding embarrassed as he struggled to untangle himself from the blanket. “Can I at least sleep here tonight?”

“That sounds like a good idea.” Imelda said, trying to shake off the uncomfortable feeling that had just come over her, picking up the remote to shut off the TV instead, “Do you want any more blankets?”

“No gracias.” Miguel said, pulling one of the throw pillows toward him and tugging the blanket up, only pausing to let Pepita hop up and curl up by his side.

Imelda hesitated, she really should get him to brush his teeth, but both of them were still in their pajamas from the morning anyway and she’d really rather find out where Hector had gotten to.

“Goodnight, Miguel.” Imelda said, flipping off the living room lights, leaving the kitchen lights on for him.

“Goodnight!”

Imelda pulled out her phone as she walked down the hallway, passing her bedroom door and opting for her front step instead, closing the apartment door behind her and sitting at the top of the outside stairs, the night air brushing past her.

It had been twelve hours without a single response from Hector, the sun had set and they’d had plans that day that had gone un-rescheduled, worrying about him was completely justified at this point, right?

Imelda unconsciously fiddled with her necklace’s pendant as she scrolled through her phone. Sending Hector yet another text or trying to call him again wouldn’t do much at this point, but...maybe...

She sighed, pulling up Ernesto’s number in her phone before she could change her mind.

This is Imelda, have you heard from Hector at all today? I haven’t been able to contact him since he left this morning.

She hit send, chewing on her lip as she rested her chin in her hand. She hadn’t talked to Ernesto in weeks, and from what she could tell he and Hector had been on thin ice for months now. She’d been unable to get Hector to talk about it at all beyond a quick unconvincing shrug and a “he’s just like that sometimes”.

She looked down as her phone vibrated.

Welcome to Mari. Where do you think Hector gets his unreliable idiocy from?

Imelda bristled, nearly shutting her phone off as another text pinged in.

Good luck having that thing as a mother-in-law btw, she’s been making him miserable our entire lives and he STILL rolls over for her whenever she appears.

The sick feeling in Imelda’s stomach intensified. Aside from apparently knowing about the engagement, as snarky as Ernesto was being he was also putting her fears into words and she knew it. What little she’d heard about Mari had been anything but confidence inspiring, making her sound more like an obstacle Hector had been trying to overcome his entire life, not like someone that could make things any better by her return.

And as much as she and Ernesto hated the sight of each other, he was the one who had grown up with Hector, he probably knew Mari as well as Hector did.

Imelda started typing a reply, discarding half a dozen much sharper options before settling on Please let me know if you hear from him.

She sighed, pressing her thumb against her eyebrow. Hector has come in late without telling her before, he’d gone a whole day without texting her before. But it had been so long since he’d done that, she’d thought he’d gotten better than that, that he’d-

“Getting some fresh air, diosa?”

Imelda jumped, looking up to see Hector climbing up the stairway to her.

“Where have you been?” she asked, shoving her phone in her pocket and getting to her feet as he reached her.

“Everywhere, it feels like,” Hector said, sweeping her into his arms and kissing her. As he pulled back Imelda could see how exhausted he looked under his smile, “I’m so sorry I was out so long Imelda, I-”

“Why didn’t you text me back?” Imelda asked, consciously reigning in her anger and keeping her voice down. As much as part of her wanted to give in to his obvious desire to relax together, she couldn’t help the hurt and anxious feeling still roiling inside her. “I’m glad you’ve been able to reconnect with your mother, but we had plans today, I had things I needed to get done.”

“I left my phone at home, I didn’t even realize it was gone until after lunch.” Hector said, grimacing as he took her hands, “And then before I knew it, it was already dark. I’m really sorry for worrying you, it’s just, I haven’t seen my mother in so long, and she was so excited for me to take her all over the city.”

Imelda sighed, sitting down on the step again, leaving room for Hector to sit beside her. “So what was it that you two did all day then?” She asked, trying to let her annoyance drop. This was an extenuating circumstance, it would be unfair to stay upset about it. And besides, he was safe, which was what really mattered.

“Well, we did go to breakfast,” Hector said, sounding relieved as he sat down beside her, “then we talked for a long time...after that she wanted to see the school so we went there. Then she wanted me to take her around the city, then we dropped in on some of her friends, then we went to a performance at a bar she’d heard about.” Hector rubbed his face tiredly, “I think that was everything, she’s got an incredible amount of energy, I’ll give her that.”

“Did...you have a good time?” Imelda asked, looking over at him.

“Of course!” Hector said, quickly pulling his smile back on, “She’s my mother, it was amazing to spend a whole day with her, there’s so much I’ve missed out knowing about her.”

It took every bit of Imelda’s self-control to keep from correcting him, that Mari was the one who had missed out on him.

“Well, it sounds like you could use some rest.” Imelda said, moving to get up again, but Hector caught her hand.

“I, uh, actually I wanted to talk to you about something.” Hector said quickly, the anxious tone in his voice putting Imelda on edge as she slowly sat back down. Hector kept ahold of her hand, idly stroking it as he continued, “So, this morning, when we were at breakfast, my mother was talking about an opportunity she has for me and Ernesto.”

“Oh?” Imelda said, only years of professional experience keeping her voice level.

“Sí,” Hector said, his thumb tracing circles on her palm, “she has a lot of connections in the music world, and she has a friend who’s an agent with a recording label that Ernesto’s been trying to get in with for ages. We’ll still have to go through some hoops to get it, but this could be the big break that we’ve been looking for.”

What?

Imelda blinked, completely blindsided. She hadn’t even heard him talk about Ernesto’s channel in months.

“You’re still doing music with Ernesto?” she asked slowly, “I didn’t know that, you haven’t mentioned it in ages.”

“Of course I am! I mean, we’ve both put so much work into it for years, I’ve just been really busy the last few months with other things,” Hector glanced up at her for a moment with a smile before looking down again, “I can’t just throw all that work away...and if this panned out, then it could end up being a lot more lucrative than teaching.”

Imelda stiffened, “You’re...quitting your job?” She said, feeling a bit like she’d slipped off the top step.

“No! I mean, not yet, I’m just thinking ahead!” Hector said hurriedly, no doubt seeing the look on her face, “I mean, Imelda, when we’re married I want to be able to provide for our family, and if I got back to working with Ernesto on music full-time and traveling then I could make plenty of money for us. We could push back the wedding a few more months, maybe until next year so that when we do officially get married we-”

“Hector, what are you talking about?” Imelda asked, staring at him, pulling her hand away from his, “This is a huge change in plans, you’ve never even mentioned a possibility like this. You’re talking about being on the road performing with Ernesto for a living?”

“Look, I know it’s a little out of the blue,” Hector said, swallowing, “but I’d probably only have to travel for the first couple of years, and then when we settle down you and Miguel and, well, any other kids that might come along will have everything they could ever want.”

“Years?” Imelda said, staring at him in shock, “Hector, if you’re out traveling for years then what’s even the point of getting married?”

Hector sat back, looking like he’d just been slapped. The fragile stunned look on his face made Imelda’s stomach twist.

“Hector, no,” Imelda said, reaching for his hand again, “I don’t mean it like that, I’m just, I don’t know why your mother coming into town is suddenly changing everything.”

“It’s not, I just, I just want to make sure that you don’t regret this.” Hector said, the unsteady tone in his voice making Imelda panic, “This could be my chance to make sure everyone’s happy, I’ll get to spend more time with my mother, Ernesto and I will get to accomplish everything we’ve worked so hard for, and I’ll be able to give you the kind of life you deserve.”

Imelda felt disoriented at the extreme emotional charge in Hector’s voice as he leaned in intently, holding her hand tight, as if she’d boarded a bus going the opposite direction of what she’d wanted. She had no idea why he was so suddenly intent on being able to provide, or why he sounded like he was being backed into a corner, or why it looked like he was going to cry under the strain of some unseen weight. Maybe it was the strain of being engaged? Maybe it had something to do with something his mother had said?

All she knew for sure was that she had the distinct feeling that another wrong move on her part could do all kinds of damage, and she had no idea what that wrong move might even be.

“That’s...great, Hector.” Imelda said, pulling on a smile that she hoped would hide her confusion and worry, “Let’s both get some rest, alright? We can keep talking in the morning.”

“I’m sorry this is so sudden, I know I havn’t-” Hector started, looking like he was starting to panic as they got to their feet.

“Hector.” Imelda said gently but firmly as she took both his hands, “You’ve had a long day. We’ll keep talking about it in the morning, alright?”

Maybe by then she’d be able to figure out what to say without scaring him again.

“Alright.” Hector said with a smile, but his shoulders slumped a little.

“Miguel is asleep on my couch,” Imelda said, hugging him, “you’re more than welcome to stay over too if you’d like.”

“That...sounds really good.” Hector said, finally relaxing a little into the hug as he kissed the top of her head.

“You go on, I’ll come in a minute.” Imelda said, giving him a quick kiss before releasing him from the hug.

“Alright.” Hector said, tiredly kissing her cheek before turning to walk to her apartment, quietly letting himself in and closing the door behind him.

Imelda’s smile dropped away as soon as he was gone. She sat back on on the step with a tired whine, holding her head as she stared at the steps below.

Traveling with Ernesto? Quitting his job at the school to pick up a full-time career in music? Rerouting his entire life on the whim of a mother who had dropped into his life unannounced after years of silence?

The worst part was that she couldn’t even put her finger on why exactly the whole mess made her feel so uncomfortable. Maybe it was the suddenness. Maybe it was the fact that it revolved so heavily around two people she didn’t trust. Maybe it was the fact that Hector would be gone so much if his career really were to take off like he seemed to think it might.

But...could she really say no?

She’d spent months learning to let herself trust Hector, to really trust him with everything from their work lives to their home lives and everything in between. She’d had to consciously keep herself from controlling everything again and now it felt natural to let him steer their lives too.

And if this is what he really wanted, if he really wanted to pursue his childhood dream, one that could provide well for their family, could she really put her foot down over some abstract discomfort she couldn’t quite pin down? Being from a military family would make a spouse’s absence for work much easier for her to cope with than most other women...but she’d so hoped that particular challenge wouldn’t be part of her married life...

Imelda grit her teeth, rubbing her forehead hard. It felt like she was trying to do a puzzle with half the pieces and she hated it.

She stared up at the night sky. All she could do was hope beyond hope that the morning would bring some kind of badly needed clarity to her thoughts.

***

Ernesto, I’m REALLY sorry about this morning...I’ve been thinking about what you said and I think you’re right. On SOME things. My mother has a connection with Alex Hernandez at Discos Phenix she wants to set us up with, and I think this could really be our chance to get everything you’ve wanted, we can start over. My mamá says we’ve really got something special, that we can’t break up now. Give me a call when you’ve got a minute. I’m sorry. I don’t want to fight.

Ernesto didn’t need to read the text again, it had already seared itself into his mind word for word. He’d thought it was a third text from Imelda, but the prickly relief he’d felt at seeing Hector’s name on his screen had died as soon as he’d read his text.

That monster, that she-demon of a mother had turned his head right around. Promising Hector fame and success that she clearly wanted to hitch a ride on, taking advantage of his talent because she didn’t have a bit of her own in her own tastelessly dressed body. And the fact that Hector would jump so eagerly for her too, so starved for her approval, even when he should have kicked her to the curb years ago for the way she treated him.

Ernesto knew Hector didn’t want that, the kind of life Mari was corraling him into would take him away from his precious teaching job, away from his fiancee and even the kid he’d fought so hard for.

Ernesto rubbed his eyes, an unopened bottle of freshly purchased tequila gripped in his other hand as he sat on the hood of his car, parked near the liquor store he’d promised himself he’d never go to again. At least not when he was upset.

Meaning he was very much breaking his promise now.

He dragged his hand down his face as he looked at the pavement, feeling like his grip on the bottle would shatter the glass at any moment.

Because this should be everything he’d wanted. Hector agreeing to come back, being willing to give up time to work together again for their music career, getting away from Imelda for weeks at a time. They’d finally be going back to the good days when it had only been the two of them and music on the road together.

But Ernesto could see that was a lie. He had to believe that he’d been smart enough to know that before Mari had gotten involved, and that only made it worse. Because it meant he’d been lying to himself too.

He knew how badly Hector tried to please people, and if his mother appearing had cranked up the pressure enough to break him then Ernesto knew perfectly well that his own performance that morning had done nothing but help her, a thought that twisted his stomach. Hector would only be giving in to a plan like this if he felt like he had no other choice.

If Ernesto went along with it he already knew what would happen, how could he not after knowing Hector so long? Hector would be dedicated at first, they’d make fantastic progress.

They’d start traveling, the marriage would keep getting postponed, when it finally happened Imelda would be resentful of how long it had taken. The longer they were gone the more lackluster Hector would become, the more Mari got involved the more Ernesto would hate it.

And the kid, Miguel, he’d probably end up growing up with an adopted father who was as absent as Hector’s mother had been. And Imelda was probably completely blindsided by all this too.

Ernesto grit his teeth.

None of that mattered to him.

He could make it work, he’d pulled Hector out of slumps before and he’d do it again, once the money started rolling in Hector would see it was worth it anyway to keep his family afloat. Miguel would be fine with an absent father, heavens knew it was miles better than Ernesto’s father had been anyway. No one ever got what they wanted just by waiting, you had to reach out and take it, sacrifices had to be made. And if this was what Hector wanted to do then who was Ernesto to stop him?

Ernesto stared at the bottle in his hand.

When he’d bought it he hadn’t noticed that it was his father’s favorite brand.

Ernesto took a deep breath as he got off the hood of his car, nearly biting through his own lip as he turned and growled, hurled the bottle as hard as he could against the asphalt. The shattering noise was enough to make a group of teens across the parking lot jump and turn to stare at him, but Ernesto didn’t care. Let them stare at the shards of glass and alcohol all over his shoes and the cuffs of his pants. Let them see what a pathetic man looked like.

Ernesto’s hand shook slightly as he pulled his phone out, but his face was perfectly emotionless as he pulled up Carlos’ number.

Coming to crash at your place again. Might be there for a while if that’s alright.

Carlos’ reply was immediate.

What did you do this time?

I’m moving out. For good.

Ernesto took a deep breath as he dialed Imelda’s number before Carlos’ inevitable flurry of texts came. Getting away from Hector would be the first step to making things right, but if things were going to go the way they should then Hector’s fiancée was going to have to know exactly what damage she was dealing with. Both from Mari, and from him.

He still grimaced anyway as Imelda picked up.

“Hector’s already come home, you don’t have to worry about it anymore.” said Imelda’s crisp voice from the other end of the line.

“I’m about to tell you everything you need to know to fix this,” said Ernesto, not bothering to shake the glass off his shoes before getting into his car, which he already knew he’d regret later, “and you’re not going to like most of it and you’re probably going to hate me even more, but please know that the feeling is mutual and that you’re our only shot at keeping Hector from being miserable for the rest of his life. ¿Comprende?”

There was a long moment of silence.

“He told you about the music deal Mari’s offering?” Imelda finally asked, her voice as icy and professional as his, “It’s exactly what you’ve been wanting isn’t it?”

“Yes.” Ernesto said, starting the car. It was a good thing so much of his stuff was already at Carlos’ from when he was camped out there after the concert-gone-wrong, he wouldn’t have to stop by the apartment, “And I’m going to tell you, in detail, exactly why Hector should turn the offer down.”

***

Of all the things Imelda had been prepared to hear Ernesto say, that had not been one of them.

“I’m sorry, what?” she said, reflexively checking her phone, as if it had somehow been the source of confusion.

“First of all, Hector’s mother is a talentless, self-serving leech,” Ernesto said, ignoring her, “the deal itself may be good, but if she’s the one trying to rope Hector into it it’s not going to be because she loves him and wants to spend more time with him, it’s going to be because she thinks she can hang on his coattails to get some success herself. She’s never once shown real interest in him as a person our entire lives, and she has no reason to start now. He’ll think he’s reconnecting with her but she’s just using him.”

“Ernesto, I don’t think-” Imelda started.

“Second, Hector loves you.” Ernesto said, surprising her into silence, “If I take this deal I have nothing to lose, but if Hector takes it he’ll be stuck traveling with me for years. He’ll pretend he’s alright with it for as long as he can, because that’s what he does when he’s miserable, you’ve seen it, but the longer he’s away from you the worse he’ll be. His music will get worse, and his relationship with you will get worse, and he’ll start hating me for it and I’ll hate him back. I’d give it two years tops before everything is in shambles, unless one of the three of us dies along the way.”

Ernesto paused, as if waiting for her to push back, but Imelda stayed silent.

“Third,” Ernesto said, his voice getting harder, as if pushing through something distasteful, “I’ve...been pressuring him into something like this for a long time, so he’ll think he has no choice with his mother ganging up on him too, but he does. This morning we had a long talk where...I made him question if he was ready to be married with a kid at all, so...if he’s acting shaky about that it’s not your fault...it’s mine.”

“What?” Imelda said, gripping her phone.

“For the record, I still hate you for the way you treated him the first time around.” Ernesto said, his voice sounding sharp but tired, “But this time...I’m part of the problem, and hanging around is only going to make things worse. I’m leaving town to stay with a friend from now on. Whatever choice you and Hector make is up to you, I’m not going to contact Hector for a long time. We...both need some space.”

Imelda had wanted Ernesto to just leave for so long, but she had never pictured it going like this. The whole conversation was making her feel disoriented.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked, the only fully formed question she could manage.

“Because Hector deserves to get what he wants.” there was a tired sigh, “And...that doesn’t involve me anymore.” Ernesto said, “But that means you’re the one who has to look after him, got it? You’d better keep Mari off of him or she’ll eat him alive. And...congratulations on your engagement. You’d better take good care of him. He’d do anything for you, you know that right?”

“Yes. I do. Thank you.” Imelda said, oddly grasping at what might possibly be the correct response to a congratulations-threat like that. She was having strange flashbacks to a certain conversation with Elena back in Santa Cecilia.

“Well. Good luck.” Ernesto said, sounding a little unsure now that they’d arrived at what seemed to be all he’d wanted to say.

“You too.” said Imelda said, just as unsure as he was.

There was a long moment of silence, then a flat buzzing sound indicated that the call had been ended.

Imelda sat staring at her phone for a long minute, quietly processing what had just happened. That was perhaps the longest conversation she’d ever had with Ernesto, and she had no idea how she felt about it. It certainly hadn’t been friendly, but it hadn’t exactly been hostile either. Maybe just...pained?

Imelda stood, pocketing her phone as she turned to her apartment door. Exactly what she thought about Ernesto’s call would have to be decided later, for now it would have to filed away under Confusing Emotions to Unravel Later. The only thing she knew for certain at that moment was that Ernesto had given her invaluable information when he didn’t have to, and she wasn’t going to turn down that kind of help, no matter the source.

Imelda was quiet as she entered her apartment and made her way down the hall, only stopping to briefly check on Miguel, who was fast asleep on the couch. When she let herself into her bedroom she was sure Hector would already be asleep, but saw that he was laying in bed staring at the wall instead.

“Are you alright?” he whispered, looking over as she came in, “I was starting to worry.”

“I’m fine,” she said quietly, slipping off her flats and pulling her hair out of her ponytail as she sat on the edge of the bed, “Ernesto called, we had a chat.”

“What?” Hector sat up, something like panic in his voice, “Why did he call you? I told him to leave you alone.”

“It’s all right, Hector.” Imelda said, kissing his cheek as he joined her at the side of the bed, “He told me about your talk this morning.”

“But- why-?” Hector started, but Imelda took his hand, giving him a look that made him quiet.

“Ernesto told me that he’s decided to leave town.” Imelda said, keeping careful eye contact, “He’s decided to move out, he said he doesn’t want to be around to force your decisions anymore.”

“But...the music deal.” Hector said, looking entirely perplexed, “It’s what he wanted.”

“I think it’s still what he wants, but the question is whether you want it.” Imelda said.

Hector swallowed, looking down at their hands, “I want to make everyone happy, and I want to be able to provide for our family. If this music deal is what will be the best for everyone then I’ll happily do it, I don’t mind.” he looked up at her, “But...you don’t want me to take it?”

It would be so easy to just take control now and make the decision for both of them, like when she’d mandated every bit of their first relationship, or how she took control at work as his boss. She could easily repeat the long, detailed list of reasons Ernesto had given her to convince Hector not to do this. But that wasn’t how she wanted to start the rest of their lives together.

“Hector,” she said, putting a hand to the side of his face, brushing her thumb across his cheek, “you spend so much of your time thinking about others. It’s one of the reasons I love you. I also love you because you always make the best of whatever situation you’re placed in, no matter how tough it is. You always find the brighter side of things, and you always work so hard to reach your goals.”

She looked into his eyes, “That’s why I’m not at all worried about marrying you. I know that no matter what happens, we’ll do just fine if we work together. If you want to pursue this or whether you want to keep teaching I’ll support you, but I want you to choose what will make you happy, I don’t want you to choose based on what you think will make others happy. Not me, not your mother, not Ernesto. If you can see yourself genuinely being happy with your choice down the road then that’s what we’ll do.”

Hector watched her for a long moment in the dark room, lit only by the streetlamp light filtering through the curtains.

“But...what do you want?” he asked, sounding a little sheepish.

“I want you to be happy and fulfilled.” Imelda said gently, kissing his jaw as she put a hand on his chest, “That’s what I want. I trust you.”

“This would be a lot easier if you just told me what to do.” Hector said, resting his forehead against hers, a weak smile in his voice.

In response Imelda just kissed him, not the quick kiss she had given him outside, but a real kind of kiss that got him to pull her closer.

“I think we should both get some sleep.” Imelda said softly, running her fingers through his hair, “You’re exhausted.”

“Alright.” Hector said, his eyes still closed as he gently kissed her neck, “I’m sorry for today.”

Imelda shushed him, pulling him to lay down beside her and pulling the blanket up over them both as she curled up against him.

Tomorrow would doubtlessly bring it own concerns and issues, Hector would still need to decide what it was that he really wanted, but for now Imelda had to trust that he would make the right choice.

And make sure that Hector knew that whatever it was, that she would be with him every step of the way.

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Hey guys, as the chapter name suggests, this is indeed the second to last chapter of teacher!au. This is the last chapter I’ll be writing for the main storyline and I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it. <3

@slusheeduck will be posting their last chapter soon which will be the end of the main timeline. After that we will each have an epilogue piece we will be posting, but this is pretty much it you guys, after a year and a half of writing this thing I can hardly beleive it.

Thanks so much for being such a wonderful audience, I hope you enjoy the upcoming grand finale end of Coco Teacher!au. We’ve had such an amazing time writing it for you all.

- Wit

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