Two days latter and I'm sitting in Litterature. I wasn't really paying attention. My mind was locked on the prospect of life post scanning. I began doodling pictures all over my notebook, of the things I would love, of the person I'd be. "Anna?" Mr. Callsworth asked. I looked up. "Anna how would you did robe the way art changed after the advent of life personalization?" I fumbled for a second, trying to figure out what he was trying to say.
"Um, it got more free and full of expression?" I managed to say.
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