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Can someone tell me how this is. its a little story i wrote, relating to anne frank. july 13, 1942 dear diary, today i went into hiding. i lived in germany until 1937 before moving to amsterdam to escape persecution by the nazi party. my name is peter van daan. the first day of fighting could not be worse. everyone is asking every question that come from their minds. just let me get unpacked, people. i go to my room and like i thought, it was going to have something i did not like. it was a ladder. yours, peter august 15, 1942 dear diary, i’m just now getting settled in. yesterday it was hard to get unpacked when everyone is asking you questions. i brought pants, shirts, toothbrush, shoes, some hats, it sounds boring huh. i don't even have word finds. it's time for breakfast. i take a nap. now it's late in the afternoon and all i am doing is reading. before i know it it's almost dinner time. i smell beans. i wonder if the beans that are on my plate are the ones we picked up. i think we might be having a bean salad. disgustingly yours, peter december 29, 1942 dear diary i hope today we aren't having anything to do with beans because i got to tell you they do not taste good. this morning i wake up to a smell like old fish. i think it smells like this because we are basically living in a secret annex. to my knowledge no one has touched this place for years. i wish we could open a window. last night was rough. the bed i am sleeping is hard as a rock. i know that today is not going to be a good day. boringly yours, peter march 18,1943 dear diary last night i woke up to the sound of gunshots. i don’t think it was just in my head because they were loud. when i wake up every morning i am always face to face with a ladder. this morning for breakfast we are having a baked potato. after i'm done eating breakfast i go to my room and read a book. after a couple of minutes i’m bored. i guess it's time for a nap. stinkingly yours, peter august 4, 1944 dear diary this morning when i woke up there was no breakfast. i snuck a bowl of oatmeal. then i went back to sleep. i woke a couple hours later sweating like a dog. i must have had a nightmare. at lunch i had a tuna sandwich. i read a couple hours and then took a nap. i went to my room to write. then i heard footsteps and other voices. i think i need………….

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