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Dear Mr. Winter,
It seems you've decided to come knocking on our door a bit late this year. That's alright, we're not going to get upset at you, we understand some mean people have been throwing things at the air, delaying your arrival. However, it's September already, which is - I'm not sure if you know - month of Spring. Now, with your arrival, I'm beginning to fear I'll have to spend my last Students'/Spring Day off wearing a turtle-neck. How does that sound? Not very pleasant, does it?
See, here's the thing. When I go in late at school, I get punished. If someone gets to work late, he might even get fired. Since I'm a nice, lovely person, I'm not going to do either of those things, I'm just going to be logical: If you couldn't come when you were supposed to, and you sent a few minor representatives over in July and August, you can not expect us to stop our lives because for whatever reason, you're late, now, can you? Now if I allowed you to come by now, we'd be delaying Spring, and then Summer and then you'd be delayed to get to everywhere else in the world you have to be like.. NOW! Now that would be a mess, complete chaos. We don't want to be responsible for fucking up the universe, now, do we? I certainly don't, so dear, let's do this: You go back North where they're expecting you soon, and I'll keep my mouth shut about your delay and enjoy Spring.
What do you say, deal?
Sincerely yours,
Kukka.