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.
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