nned. A call-up: everyone kno means. Visions of concentration camps and lonely cells raced t Fato suce? quot;Of course  going,quot; declared Margot as ed for Mot;Moto Mr. van Daan to ask oget; Silence. e couldnt speak. t of Fating someone in tal and completely una, to silence.

    Suddenly t;ts ; I said.

    quot;Dont open t; exclaimed Margot to stop me. But it  necessary, since alking to  time t or I o tiptoe doairs to see if it  let anyone else in. Margot and I  from ted to talk to Mother alone.

    ting in our bedroom, Margot told me t t for Fat for  to cry. Margot is sixteen -- apparently t to send girls  t be going; Mot be  o me about our going into y? In try? In a ions I  alloo ask, but till kept running through my mind.

    Margot and I started packing our most important belongings into a sc tuck in ters. Preoccupied by t of going into uck t t Im not sorry. Memories mean more to me than dresses.

    Fato ask if  evening. Mr. van Daan left and  to get Miep. Miep arrived and promised to return later t nigaking s, underockings. After t it  in our apartment; none of us felt like eating. It ill , and everytrange.

    e ed our big upstairs room to a Mr. Goldsc, a divorced man in ies,  evening, since despite all our polite s il ten oclock.

    Miep and Jan Gies came at eleven. Miep, o Mieps bag and Jans deep pockets. At eleven-ty too disappeared.

    I d be my last nig a il Mot five-ty t morning. Fortunately, it  as  as Sunday; a  the day.

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