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Clearasil: For That Unwanted Browser Chrome

You awaken with a small cry, sitting bolt upright in bed, covered in a cold, stinking sweat. Visions of madness echo through your head as you feel blindly around your nightstand, desperately searching for the bottle of Night Train that you know is there. Instead you find the lamp, which you turn on with a shaking hand.

A shaking hand!

As light floods the Motel 6 room that you call home, you look at your hand and discover - to your enormous relief - that it's normal. Completely mouse-free.

Just ... a dream.

You lie back down and chuckle quietly to yourself. Must've been that sardine burrito right before bed. Never again!

Welp, it's already 5 in the morning. Might as well get up and head on down to the office. You have a lot of filing and data-entry to do.

You stagger into the bathroom and remind yourself to ask Maria to bring you extra towels next time. As the dim fluorescent light flickers on, you freeze in horror. You lean in close to the mirror and examine your forehead. There, like a swollen, pustulant pimple, right above your eyebrows, is a Reload button. Just like the one on your Web browser! What does it mean? Where did it come from?

Maybe you can wear that Webmonski hat to cover it. But surely someone at the office will notice. They're always quick to point out other people's facial blemishes! You'll never get that promotion now!

Your finger hovers over the button. Mama didn't raise no coward, you think.

You press it.