[ Julie figures that, as long as she's not entering other people's private dwellings with their domain, she's still free to look at the landscapes they've plunked them down on. After all, you can't tell people that they can't look at nature, right? And either way, she's not exactly someone who's afraid to go snooping where she shouldn't anyway.
Her people have features, albeit terribly blank, forgettable ones. Their faces are unimportant -- they are only present to fill the room. She does knit her brow, demonstrating obvious confusion over this concept. ] But I didn't make 'em. Plus, isn't it kind of like murder? I mean, I know they ain't exactly real, but... they ain't exactly not, either.
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[ Julie figures that, as long as she's not entering other people's private dwellings with their domain, she's still free to look at the landscapes they've plunked them down on. After all, you can't tell people that they can't look at nature, right? And either way, she's not exactly someone who's afraid to go snooping where she shouldn't anyway.
Her people have features, albeit terribly blank, forgettable ones. Their faces are unimportant -- they are only present to fill the room. She does knit her brow, demonstrating obvious confusion over this concept. ] But I didn't make 'em. Plus, isn't it kind of like murder? I mean, I know they ain't exactly real, but... they ain't exactly not, either.