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    t may not ant, but ts on my nerves.

    Anne Mary Frank

    SAtURDAY, FEBRUARY 12, 1944

    Dearest Kitty,

    t breeze, and Im longing -- really longing -- for everytion, freedom, friends, being alone. I long. . . to cry! I feel as if I  to explode. I kno cry. Im restless. I o anot beating as if to say, quot;Fulfill my longing at last. . .”

    I t in my entire body and soul. I o force myself to act normally. Im in a state of utter confusion, dont knoo read, o e, o do. I only kno Im longing for something. . .

    Yours, Anne

    186 ANNE FRANK

    MONDAY, FEBRUARY 14, 1944

    Dearest Kitty,

    A lot urday. s his: I was longing for

    sometill am), but. . . a small, a very small, part of the problem has been resolved.

    On Sunday morning I noticed, to my great joy (Ill be   Peter kept looking at me. Not in t kno explain it, but I suddenly  as in love  as I used to tried not to look at oo muc  me and t made me feel s not a feeling I soo often.

    Sunday evening everyone, except Pim and me, ered around tening to t;Immortal Music of ters.quot; Dussel kept ting and turning ter, and too. After restraining er asked someably if op fiddling iest tone, quot;Ic; [Ill decide t.] Peter got angry and made an insolent remark. Mr. van Daan sided o back do .

    t  particularly interesting in and of itself, but Peter ly taken tter very muco , because te of books in ttic, Peter came up and began telling me  it, but Peter soon realized t