Favorites Chrome ^hot^ < ORIGINAL >
A small pop-up asked, Are you sure?
Instead, his cursor drifted to the three vertical dots at the far right. Bookmarks. Import. Export. Clean up. favorites chrome
Every night, he clicked through them. The furniture store still had the 1970s armchair. The knife was still out of stock. The moss hadn’t grown much. A small pop-up asked, Are you sure
Delete.
Arthur looked at the empty chair across the table. He looked back at the screen, at the gleaming, unforgiving chrome frame around his life. A small pop-up asked
He clicked Cancel.