ut prostitutes, etc., but all in all till unansions.
If mot tell t in bits and pieces, and t cant be right.
Even ts Saturday, Im not bored! ts because Ive been up in ttic er. I sat t was wonderful.
Yours, Anne
M. Frank
SUNDAY, MARCh 19, 1944
Dearest Kitty,
Yesterday ant day for me. After lunc five I put on tatoes, and Moto take to Peter.
I didnt to at first, but I finally . accept t ill because of t argument rust.
Suddenly I couldnt bear it a moment longer and my eyes filled ears. it anoturned tter to Mot to to ero talk t er. Before dinner t say anyt as ting doo eat, I o practice your soniger?”
quot;No,quot; was his reply.
quot;Id like to talk to you later on.”
he agreed.
After t to quar- rel. Luckily, t t t it o seem so eager. It doairs and my face er. So after taking doer for Margot, I back up to get a little fres and stood beside to Peters room. anding on t side of t over to t side. Its muco talk next to an open , and I ter felt told eac I cant repeat it all. But it felt good; it s ouched on.
First alked about t lig ed from our parents. I told Peter about Mot and myself. At one point ;You al you?”
quot;One? Dozens of t, do you?”
quot;No, Ive never really kissed anyone.”
quot;Not even on your birt;
quot;Yeahday I have.”
e talked about rusts our parents, and s love eac deal and
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out in bed and o t and sten to knoill tell eactle, since ogetalked about every imaginable t trust, feelings and ourselves. Oty, as I t he would be.
talked about t even recognize ourselves from t period. stand eac first.
I , and Id quickly concluded t hing special.
I didnt understand noo retreat to my noise and exuberance and I also liked peace and quiet but dont my diary, and t everyone arting I dont al to sit s. e discussed my parents hes here.
and o ionso s, and o hey argue.
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