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    You cant imagine s like to o stand on t being able to do anyt  sometimes feel at t love. Poor Peter, o be loved so much!

    It sounded so cold . o y, ude and ain o show his feelings.

    Poor Peter,  up? ont ?

    Oer, if only I could  me! together we could banish our loneliness, yours and mine!

    Ive been doing a great deal of t not saying mucill if togeterday, and because I kneious. I couldnt ; t and serious I am on t on tside!

    to discover the chink in my armor?

    Its just as  t er. My conquest could never be so ciful and so nice he same sex!

    Yours, Anne

    M. Frank

    PS. You knoell you t I live from one encounter to t. I keep o discover t o see me, and Im in raptures empts. I to be able to express tle does s  I find so touching.

    tUESDAY, MARCh 7,1944

    Dearest Kitty,

    o my life in 1942, it all seems so unreal. t ence ely different from t  corner, ty or so friends, te of most of my teacten by Fat more could anyone ask for?

    Youre probably  s ecause I m quot;attractive,quot; but t isnt it entirely. teacertained by my clever ansty remarks, my smtical mind. ts all I errible flirt, coquettiss, o peek at my ans stuck-up.

    ould all t admiration eventually ? Its a good t, at t of my glory, I o reality. It took me more to get used to doing  admiration.

    scernal ringleader, never in a bad mood, never a crybaby. as it any  everyone ed to bicycle to sctle favors?

    I look back