Across from us is a . tain lives ttle dog only by its bark and by its tail,  a ss just started raining and most of ts, and noocking-capped ually, I dont even need to look. By no a glance: gone to fat from eating potatoes, dressed in a red or green coat and  s are eitheir husbands.

    Yours, Anne

    tUESDAY, DECEMBER 22, 1942

    Dearest Kitty,

    ted to  ra quarter pound of butter for Cmas. According to titled to  t tion books from t, not Je ration books on t. Eaco bake sometter. tcs very busy upstairs, and Mot Im not to do any studying or reading until all the household chores have been finished.

    Mrs. van Daan is lying in bed nursing antly demands t tisfied s back on  and can clean up after  admit, sraordinarily , and as long as sal condition, se cheerful.

    As if I dont ;s; enoug;too muc; noise, my dear roommate ;s; to me all nigoo. According to  even turn over. I refuse to take any notice of  time o s back.

    s more exasperating and egotistical as t for t ic ularly infuriating on Sundays,  to exercise for ten minutes.

    to me, torment seems to last for o make my bed longer are constantly being jiggled under my sleepy er rounding off h a few vigorous arm swings, his Lordship begins dressing.

    o get it and t my bed. But ie is on table, so once again  the chairs.

    But I mustnt e any more of your time griping about disgusting old men. It  ters anyu nately o be abandoned in terests of peace.

    O to be reasonable abou