Extracts of Anne Frank's diary:
I feel like I've done nothing but scuttle around in this annex my whole life. I do wish this tragic war would stop! I'm getting fed up of charming Peter, and this life! All you can hear is the sound of gruesome gun shots whistling through the air then blowing up beneath our enemies feet, and then the noise stopped. I surged with excitement,could it be? Could the bloodcurdling and sinister,spine-chilling then unfortunate war be finally over? I zipped out of bed then ran, practically tripping over to my mum's compartment, MUM?
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