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The individual before me was a human being, fully capable of thought and emotion, yet devoid of any defining characteristics that set them apart from others. Their face was a blank slate, a canvas waiting for the brushstrokes of experience to bring it to life. But as they sat there, motionless and silent, I couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment wash over me. It was as if I had been expecting something more, something that would make them stand out from the crowd.