:17:00
This is lipbalm not lipstick, it doesn't have colour.
:17:05
But you can do make up with that, too.
It's your fault, you broke the rules.
:17:08
Is it really pretty?
:17:11
Wipe it off. Don't let others see.
:17:20
I don't want to become a monk anymore.
:17:23
What's the matter?
:17:25
I don't want to be a man anymore.
:17:26
What?!
:17:28
I want to have soft skin
:17:31
Beautiful nails, long hair
:17:34
And breasts, too, I bet.
:17:36
Exactly.
:17:40
You can't be thinking
of these weird things all the time.
:17:42
What?
:17:45
If you do, your parents will suffer.
:17:47
Throw away the lipstick.
:17:56
Good, very good.
Your parents will be free of suffering.
:17:57
And you won't go to hell when you die.
:18:24
Mom
:18:26
This house is made from native trees.
You've broken the law.
:18:31
But this house was like this before.
:18:33
Before we moved in.
:18:35
Tell your dad to go to the police station.
:18:38
Toom.
:18:39
Mom!
:18:40
Don't come out.
:18:43
It's my fault, I thought.
:18:45
My lipgloss, my sinful thought.