Maureen Roberts
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Maureen Roberts is a short poetic story inspired by Stephen King's book and film, Dolores Claiborne. The events are inspired by the Dolores Claiborne film, but the difference is the character is a mom of two kids and a Native American of the Wappo tribe.
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