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WC Roberts

WC Roberts by bigpulp

WC Roberts bought his first television in 2010, after selling his first 100 poems. He can’t get Mystery Theater or Happy Days reruns on his rabbit ears, not way out where he is, so he Rarebit Dreams of riding in the sidecar with motorcycle-tough Miss Marple as she jumps the shark. Or tries to. Night after night. Desperate for a satellite dish, he applies his imagination to works of fiction.