Dearest Kitty,

    If you o read all my letters in one sitting, youd be struck by t t tten in a variety of moods. It annoys me to be so dependent on t Im not t to to rearrange my ts before I can mingle  trange. As you can see, Im currently in t really tell you  it off, but I t stems from my co every turn. till antly turned omac beat wildly -- and all because I was afraid.

    At nig Fatreets, or t to take us aion. I see everyt ually taking place. And to t might all happen soon!

    Miep often says s  may be true, but s t our fear.

    I simply cant imagine talk about quot;after t; but its as if I alking about a castle in t can Ii never come true.

    I see t of us in tcly round spot on ill safe, but tigige searc o eac ting doy up above. In time,  off by t  looms before us like an impenetrable rying to crus not yet able to. I can only cry out and implore, quot;O us out!”

    Yours, Anne

    thURSDAY, NOVEMBER 11, 1943

    Dearest Kitty,

    I itle for ter:

    Ode to My Fountain Pen In Memoriam My fountain pen  prized possessions; I valued it  e neatly  eresting fountain-pen life, which I will summarize below.

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