The biker (The Breakfast Club) John Bender
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Dear Mr. Vernon
We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday for whatever it is we did wrong I mean, what we did was wrong, But, we think you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us. In the simplest term's, in the most convient definitions. But we found out that each of us is a brain, and an athelete, and a basket case, and a princess, a biker, and a criminal. Does that answer your question?
Sincerely yours
The Breakfast Club
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