The project is really cracking on.

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[…] the weapon in Jeffrey's hand was discharged in his latest impulse of action after he fell to the floor, the blood gushing from a wound that crimsoned all the delicate whiteness of his shirt-front and bedabbled his snowy hair and beard.

But while physical cheating is publicly condemned and clear-cut enough to identify, there's a tinier form of cheating that can sting just as much: micro-cheating.