If I had to check out suddenly at the young age of 59 but had left behind something as nearly perfect as The Breakfast Club, I’d be okay with that. Rest in peace, John Hughes.
Dark, soulful tales that haunt long after the last page.
If I had to check out suddenly at the young age of 59 but had left behind something as nearly perfect as The Breakfast Club, I’d be okay with that. Rest in peace, John Hughes.
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