ue for as long as possible.
time to stop.
Yours, Anne
EDNESDAY, JULY 8, 1942
Dearest Kitty,
It seems like years since Sunday morning. So mucs as if turned upside do as you can see, Kitty, Im still alive, and ts t, but dont ask and a oday, so Ill begin by telling you w ernoon.
At t but o come back later), t , since I on ttle appeared in tcated. quot;Fatice from t; s;Moto see Mr.
van Daanquot; (Mr. van Daan is Fatner and a good friend.)
I unned. A call-up: everyone kno means. Visions of concentration camps and lonely cells raced t Fato suce? quot;Of course going,quot; declared Margot as ed for Mot;Moto Mr. van Daan to ask oget; Silence. e couldnt speak. t of Fating someone in tal and completely una, to silence.
Suddenly t;ts ; I said.
quot;Dont open t; exclaimed Margot to stop me. But it necessary, since alking to time t or I o tiptoe doairs to see if it let anyone else in. Margot and I from ted to talk to Mother alone.
ting in our bedroom, Margot told me t t for Fat for to cry. Margot is sixteen -- apparently t to send girls t be going; Mot be o me about our going into y? In try? In a ions I alloo ask, but till kept running through my mind.
Margot and I started packing our most important belongings into a sc tuck in ters. Preoccupied by t of going into uck t t Im not sorry. Memories mean more to me than dresses.
Fato ask if evening. Mr. van Daan left and to get Miep. Miep arrived and promised to return later t nigaking s, underockings. After t it in our apartment; none of us felt like eating. It ill , and everytrange.
e ed our big upstairs room to a Mr. Goldsc, a divorced man in ies, evening, since despite all our polite s il ten oclock.
Miep and Jan Gies came at eleven. Miep, o Mieps bag and Jans deep pockets. At eleven-ty too disappeared.
I d be my last nig a il Mot five-ty t morning. Fortunately, it as as Sunday; a the day.
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