nst ; my  o beat faster, but to come.  satisfied until my op of mine. I sat up again after about five minutes, but before long ook my  it back next to  oo intense;

    clumsily, and played  of time our ouching.

    I cant tell you, Kitty, t ran too oo.

    At nine-ty ood up. Peter put on ennis s make mucly round of tanding next to  movement, I dont kno before  doairs,  core doairs  looking back, and I long so mucoday.

    Sunday morning, just before eleven.

    Yours, Anne

    M. Frank

    MONDAY, APRIL 17, 1944

    Dearest Kitty,

    Do you tting on a divan and kissing a seventeen-and- a- t I o trust my o in tter. Its so peaceful and safe, lying in s so to feel  mine, its so o knoing for me. But, and t, er  to leave it at t? I  forgotten . . . he is a boy!

    I knoarting at a very young age. Not even fifteen and already so independent -- ts a little o understand. Im pretty sure Margot alk of an engagement or marriage. Neiter nor I  Motouc Fat ers arms  against , my  mine!

    Oerribly s seriously, I dont ts at all s off from tely. ay apart  until weve reacable age? hy should we ask anybodys permission?

    Ive decided to look out for my oerests.  to  me or make me un I do ells me and makes both of us happy?

    Yet I ty, t you can sense my doubt. It must be my y rising in revolt against all ts my duty to tell Fat Im up to? Do you t shird person?

    Mucy , but  make me feel better inside? Ill bring it up h him.

    Oill  to discu