MARCH, 1944
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It sounded so cold . o y, ude and ain o show his feelings.
Poor Peter, up? ont ?
Oer, if only I could me! together we could banish our loneliness, yours and mine!
Ive been doing a great deal of t not saying mucill if togeterday, and because I kneious. I couldnt ; t and serious I am on t on tside!
to discover the chink in my armor?
Its just as t er. My conquest could never be so ciful and so nice he same sex!
Yours, Anne
M. Frank
PS. You knoell you t I live from one encounter to t. I keep o discover t o see me, and Im in raptures empts. I to be able to express tle does s I find so touching.
tUESDAY, MARCh 7,1944
Dearest Kitty,
o my life in 1942, it all seems so unreal. t ence ely different from t corner, ty or so friends, te of most of my teacten by Fat more could anyone ask for?
Youre probably s ecause I m quot;attractive,quot; but t isnt it entirely. teacertained by my clever ansty remarks, my smtical mind. ts all I errible flirt, coquettiss, o peek at my ans stuck-up.
ould all t admiration eventually ? Its a good t, at t of my glory, I o reality. It took me more to get used to doing admiration.
scernal ringleader, never in a bad mood, never a crybaby. as it any everyone ed to bicycle to sctle favors?
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