t t of my friends o be afraid of rivals (except for Margot). Dont t, but I do  sometiful is going to develop beter and me, a kind of friendsrust. I go see  ts not t used to be, o make of me. On trary, ill talking a like me going upstairs. Ser and t I should leave him alone.

    ly, cant s me uition? S me so oddly ers room. hen I come down again, she asks me where Ive been.

    Its terrible, but Im beginning to e her!

    Yours, Anne

    M. Frank

    SAtURDAY, FEBRUARY 19, 1944

    Dearest Kitty,

    Its Saturday again, and t sell you enoug. I spent nearly an airs making meatballs, but I only spoke to quot;; in passing.

    upstairs at ty to eitake a nap, I  doairs,  and all, to sit at te. Before long I couldnt take it anymore. I put my  out. tears streamed doely un; o comfort me.

    It  four by time I  upstairs again. At five oclock I set off to get some potatoes,  , but  to see Boche.

    I ed to  upstairs  suddenly I felt tears coming again. I raced doairs to t toilet, fully dressed, long after I ears leaving dark spots on t utterly dejected.

    ;Oer t even like me and  need anyone to confide in.

    Maybe  of o being alone,  anyone to confide in and  Peter,   or anyto look foro. O my  feel so ed!  care for me at all and looks at tender  ing, I  be able to bear it.”

    A little later I felt ation again, tears ill flohe inside.

    Yours, Anne

    M. Frank

    SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 20, 1944

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