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I t Margot and I ter relationss t no mot er in mind, since I dont believe Margot s as I do. Far be it from me to point out to Mot one of ers is not at all everyt Margot loves s going through a phase.
Margots gotten muc different to be. S nearly as catty tde kid .
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SAtURDAY, JANUARY 15, 1944
My dearest Kitty,
to go on describing all our quarrels and arguments doo t detail. Its enougo tell you t and fats and oils and are frying our oatoes. Recently ing a little extra rye bread because by four oclock were so hungry for dinner we can barely
control our rumbling stomachs.
Motra sugar from Mr.
Kugler, he van Daans, because Mrs. van D.
didnt receive any on of boring you eful conversations and tears whey bore us even more?
Mot likely to come true any time soon: not to o see Mr. van Daans face for t odds s. Or roke of bad luck? At mealtime, er of t and leaves t of us to do , I lose my appetite and feel like jumping to my feet, knocking the door.
Are m