d  Moto stop eps on tairs and felt lonely and cried into my pillo.

    Everytten muc you already kne. Noo er. I fondle my pendant, press it to my lips and t; do I care! Petel is mine and nobody kno!quot; ity remark.  t so muceenage girl?

    SAtURDAY, JANUARY 15, 1944

    My dearest Kitty,

    to go on describing all our quarrels and arguments doo t detail. Its enougo tell you t  and fats and oils and are frying our oatoes. Recently ing a little extra rye bread because by four oclock were so hungry for dinner we can barely

    control our rumbling stomachs.

    Motra sugar from Mr.

    Kugler, he van Daans, because Mrs. van D.

    didnt receive any on   of boring you eful conversations and tears whey bore us even more?

    Mot likely to come true any time soon: not to o see Mr. van Daans face for t odds s. Or  roke of bad luck? At mealtime, er of t and leaves t of us to do , I lose my appetite and feel like jumping to my feet, knocking  the door.

    Are most people so stingy and selfis into ure since I came  Ive . Peter says the same.

    to go on despite our quarrels and our longing for freedom and fresry to make t of our stay here.

    Im preac I also believe t if I live urn into a dried-up old beanstalk. And all I really  is to be an -to-goodness teenager!

    Yours, Anne

    EDNESDAY EVENING, JANUARY 19, 1944

    Dearest Kitty,

    I (t knoicing  Peter again last nig rate mine, but t quite as beautiful as t.

    You kno