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OCTOBER, 1943
tairs, in case it migo drag t. All tears and nervous tension ress and strain t I fall into my bed at nigars t I o myself.

    Im doing fine, except Ive got no appetite. I keep ;Goodness, you look a; I must admit t to keep me in condition: trose, cod-liver oil, bre and calcium. My nerves often get tter of me, especially on Sundays; ts  o me as if it o drag me into t regions of t times like t dont matter to me in t. I o room, climb up and doairs and feel like a songbird  ts dark cage. quot;Let me out, ; a voice  even boto reply anymore, but lie doerrible fear go by more quickly, ime, since its impossible to kill it.

    Yours, Anne
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