Cheating

As I have not read any Dostoevsky, I am not very familiar with his characters. I know you would know if had just taken names from Google, and I would not presume to cheat you in such a vile manner.

Which means just one thing: the card game I am playing can only be Solitaire. And it’s hard to cheat at that. (I’ve tried.)

So where does the cheating come in, you may ask? I guess it’s in the fact that this... not a story, not an essay, certainly not a poem... perhaps a musing?... is only ninety-nine words.

(Bad Rob.)