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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 at t Anne Frank as a pleasant, amusing, but superficial girl, did Peter say about me? quot;henever I saw you, you were
surrounded by a flock of girls and at least ttention!quot; .
s remained of t Anne Frank? O forgotten o laugoss off a remark, Im just as good, if not better, at raking people over till flirt and be amusing, if I to be . . .
But tco live t seemingly carefree and t eful to t person to talk to me about somet friends, not admirers. Peo- ple my flattering smil