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We are contacting you today to request that you return to our restaurant. The baps, and more importantly the students, have not been the same since you left.
If you could find it in your heart to make your way back to us, then the void in our leaderless kitchens, the children's empty stomachs and most pressingly, the gaps in our baps would be filled suitably.
Yours sincerely,
Noddy P. Winklebottom
Sosig. Bakon. Hash.
You my Dad? lol!!!