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Mia felt a knot in her stomach. Curated meant controlled . And control was the enemy of cool.

Sam blinked. Then he smiled.

Ten minutes later, he stood in front of the Teen Funs window display—not as a customer, but as art. Mia snapped a Polaroid. She wrote on the white border: She pinned it to a corkboard she’d labeled THE REAL GALLERY. Teen Funs Gallery Nude

“They’re turning us into an app,” hissed Jay, pulling at his chain wallet. “No band tees. No patches. No soul .” Mia felt a knot in her stomach