Don't you think I'm to be pitied sometimes? It's a good thing I'm not the grouchy type, because then I might become sour and bad-tempered.
I can usually see the humorous side of their scoldings, but it's easier when somebody else is being raked over the coals.
Further, I've decided (after a great deal of thought) to drop the shorthand. First, so that I have more time for my other subjects,
and second, because of my eyes. That's a sad story. I've become very nearsighted and should have had glasses ages ago.
“(Ugh, won't I look like a dope!) But as you know, people in hiding can't...”
Yesterday all anyone here could talk about was Anne's eyes, because Mother had suggested I go to the ophthalmologist with Mrs. Kleiman.
Just hearing this made my knees weak, since it's no small matter.
Going outside! Just think of it, walking down the street! I can't imagine it.
I was petrified at first, and then glad. But it's not as simple as all that;
the various authorities who had to approve such a step were unable to reach a quick decision.
They first had to carefully weigh all the difficulties and risks, though Miep was ready to set off immediately with me in tow.
In the meantime, I'd taken my gray coat from the closet, but it was so small it looked as if it might have belonged to my little sister.
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