entive listener and started o .

    quot;ell, its like t; ;I dont usually talk muc be tongue-tied. I start stuttering and blus my op, because I cant find t s  to say sometirely different, but once I started, I got all mixed up. Its ao , and sometimes I wisill did:

    tead of arguing  get me anyly  to say and arent in t bit shy.”

    quot;O t,quot; I replied. quot;Most of  very differently from talk too mucoo long, and ts just as bad.”

    quot;Maybe, but you age t no one can see youre embarrassed. You dont bluso pieces.quot;

    I couldnt ly amused at ed o go on talking quietly about er, sat doly.

    Im glad to the same rages as I do.

    Peter seemed relieved t icize Dussel  being afraid Id tell. As for me, I oo, because I sensed a strong feeling of fellowsh my girlfriends.

    Yours, Anne

    tUESDAY, FEBRUARY 15, 1944

    to blame. Monday evening Dussel came in to see Motold riumply t Peter  morning if

    aken it to . So everYt as rain again. Motory on to me, and I ly amazed t Peter, rary.

    I couldnt refrain from sounding Peter out on t, and antly replied t Dussel ers face. I wish Id had a camera.

    Indignation, rage, indecision, agitation and much more crossed his face in rapid succession.

    t evening Mr. van Daan and Peter really told Dussel off. But it couldnt  bad, since Peter al appointment today.

    Actually, ted to speak to eacher again.

    EDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 16, 1944

    Peter and I  talked to eac for a