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He bit his lower lips, causing himself pain so he would have the gut to go ahead, but he couldn't. “Cohen, do this. Please. Cohen, please.” He speedily let out and was able to lift his finger. He tapped on the delete option and a confirmation message popped up on the screen. (Are you sure you want to permanently delete this file? Once deleted, you can't retrieve it!) The app forewarned showing ‘yes’ to the right and ‘no’ at the left. “Yes, I want to permanently delete it…” He said in a silent voice. “I don't want to retrieve it and even if possible, I want to erase it from my memory.”

Taking a deep breath, he wondered, "What should I do?" After a minute of contemplation, a plan formed in his mind. He picked up his phone and thought, "I should just delete the audio…" Though Phoebe had deleted the audio from the file manager, he had installed a special app on his phone, hidden behind an innocuous calculator icon. He navigated to the app, his fingers moving with practiced ease. The app requested a Face ID, and he obliged, his face captured by the camera. Once granted access, he was prompted for his fingerprints. He placed his fingers on the designated circles, and after scanning all ten, the app unlocked, revealing a list of folders.

"I know Callan Winton isn't a criminal genius, but he wouldn't plan his brother's murder using his own phone." "He is not a complete idiot, but he is lazy. He could use a burner app instead of buying a burner phone. The app can work similarly in many ways. It is said that it permanently erases messages, call registers, changes the number ID, or can even hide the phone's location," I explained. Aren smirked and slid his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his embrace. "Will you be able to retrieve the burned data from his phone if he used the app, sunshine?"

"I can't accept switching my music app to the company's own because I'll lose all my songs. I have a collection of over two thousand songs on the app. I've been using it for a long time, and the app is completely trustworthy." "Delete it," Kearney said. "It would only take more or less a week to get your songs from our music app, which is entirely free to d******d for staff members. While It seems like these orders are directly from me, they are not. The VP is taking a strict step to guide what we allow into our computers." Zoe turned to Svetlana, who, in defeat, said, "Okay, boss. Goodbye Youtube music… and uninstall completed."

The narrative was clear enough without me having to explain it to Elijah. Elijah sighed heavily and shook his head. His fingers plucked the phone from my hands. “You shouldn’t waste your time with this garbage,” he said calmly and smoothly. “Wait, what are you doing?” I asked, watching as he scrolled to the settings menu on my phone. “Deleting your news app,” he replied, his voice maddeningly calm. “You can’t just delete my app!” I protested, lunging to grab the phone back.

Just like detectives, but a scarier version with eerie vibes. It looked like that popular incognito logo but this was much more creepier. For the past hour and a half, I had been trying to uninstall the app permanently from my phone. But no matter how hard I tried, it would not delete. It just kept telling me ‘This app cannot be deleted’ “Argh!” I tossed my phone angrily on my bed and crossed my arms. So much for trying to make a deal with that devil. What am I going to do now? If I couldn't get hold of my brothers, what then was really the use of getting this phone back?

The last step was deleting my account. "Once your account is deleted, all data will be permanently erased, including your custom companion 'Stefan Thorne'. This action cannot be undone." I stared at those words and felt something squeeze tight around my chest until I could barely breathe. But I tapped through it anyway. Then I held down the app icon and hit "uninstall". The little starry logo warped, shrank, and vanished from my screen. My home screen had never looked so clean, or so empty. The days that followed felt like one long hangover.

Pim reached out, her finger hovering over the icon. "Pim?" Chalida asked, her breath hitching. "What are you doing?" Pim didn't answer. She pressed her thumb to the screen, held it down until the icon shivered, and then tapped the small 'X' that appeared in the corner. Delete App? This will remove all associated data and history. She tapped Confirm. The icon vanished. The screen went blank, reflecting the sunset. Pim set the phone face-down on the wooden floorboards of the porch and shoved it away with the toe of her sandal.

(Nathanial) Tuesday morning. I’m on the couch with a lukewarm coffee, holding my thumb over the camera app icon until the screen shivers and the menu pops. I hit the X. The phone asks if I’m sure. I stare at the prompt, ignoring the little voice telling me I need to make sure she’s safe. I promised Natasha, so I hit delete. The icon vanishes. The other apps slide left to swallow the empty space as if it was never there at all.

He had also been here, knocking and knocking on the door but she wouldn't open the door for him. She read their conversation over again on Kikachat and scrolled through the gossip/gist feed, thinking she’ll just bump into some of her nude pictures since Charles had said he would release it soon. While she was at it, the application suddenly began to glitch and malfunction and then, it finally crashed. Kikachat was no more. *** “I did it! I did it finally!!” Alex announced, screaming. “You did it?” “Yeah, not only did I wipe the pictures, I took down the application”