[Despite says 2:50, Imelda arrives at the classroom at 2:45, carrying a cardboard box in her hands. Inside are three carefully arranged bouquets, no more than a foot in height, but cumbersome enough that she couldn't carry all three simply in her hands. Each bouquet has a Thank You note attach to it, along with Imelda's very neat and looping signature.]
[She waits patiently outside of the classroom until the lesson has ended, letting the students exit before she leans into the doorway to see if the room is clear. Once it is, she'll enter with her box.]
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[Despite says 2:50, Imelda arrives at the classroom at 2:45, carrying a cardboard box in her hands. Inside are three carefully arranged bouquets, no more than a foot in height, but cumbersome enough that she couldn't carry all three simply in her hands. Each bouquet has a Thank You note attach to it, along with Imelda's very neat and looping signature.]
[She waits patiently outside of the classroom until the lesson has ended, letting the students exit before she leans into the doorway to see if the room is clear. Once it is, she'll enter with her box.]
Hola, Señor Akutabi. How was your class?