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Charlotte and Bob lie a few feet apart on the bed.

                                     CHARLOTTE (O.S.)
                         I'm stuck. Does it get easier.

                                     BOB
                         No, yes, it does...

                                     CHARLOTTE
                         Yeah? But look at you.

                                     BOB
                         Thanks. It does, the more you know
                         who you are... you don't care about
                         things the same way...

                                     CHARLOTTE
                         I just don't know what I'm supposed
                         to be. I thought maybe I wanted to
                         be a writer... but I hate what I
                         write, and I tried taking pictures,
                         but John's so good at that, and mine
                         are so mediocre... and every girl
                         goes through a photography phase,
                         like horses, you know dumb pictures
                         of your feet...

                                     BOB
                         You'll figure it out. I'm not worried
                         about you. Keep writing.

                                     CHARLOTTE
                         But, I'm mean.

                                     BOB
                         That's ok.
          
                                     <...>

                                     CHARLOTTE
                         John thinks I'm so snotty.

                                     BOB
                         You are.

                                     CHARLOTTE
                         I know, but that's what you like
                         about me.

               She looks over at him. He does like her.
                              

                                     CHARLOTTE
                         Why do you have to be with your
                         opposite, why cant similar people be
                         together?

                                     BOB
                         Because that would be too easy.

               They fall asleep dressed, on top of the sheets, on opposite
               sides of the bed.

by Sofia Coppola 
all the rest of it here

После всего того, что мне наговорили за полмесяца, хочется все время фотографировать.
Кое-кто пополнил мой баланс кругленькой суммой. Если мне до сих пор не звонят и не требуют ответного пополнения, значит кое-кто сделал это намеренно. Надавать кое-кому по рукам.
Стремительно теряю зрение, все время болят глаза. Чо делать?
Еще немного невесты. Потом будет другое.

Друзья, кто-нибудь помнит или знает какие-либо корпортивные мифы и легенды о Белгосуниверситете, его создании, истории, современности? Интересуют не истории про Козулина, а мифы, которые являются или могут стать командообразующими.