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APRIL, 1944
r our last kiss, I feel like running ahe darkness and alone!

    And s me at ttom of teen stairs? Brigs, questions and laugo act normally and  notice anything.

    My  is still too tender to be able to recover so quickly from a s nigle Anne makes infrequent appearances, and s about to let  ter sers reac of me t no one  in my dream! aken urned me inside out. Doesnt everyone need a little quiet time to put to riger,  from me?

    and Bep. No Im going t myself, I understand s; if I o marry me,  be able to marry  its so o let go. Peter still oo little cer, too little oo little courage and strengtill a cionally no older ts is een? Am I really just a silly sc; Ive experienced somet no one my age ever has.

    Im afraid of myself, afraid my longing is making me yield too soon.  ever go riger on? Os so ernal struggle between

    and mind. time and a place for bot  Ive c time?

    Yours, Anne

    M. Frank
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