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March 16th 1921

Dear diary,
How do I start this? I'm not a very good writer as you can tell. I finally got my pencil sharpened, I found a small piece of sharp glass under some boxes earlier today. I don't know when I'm getting out... The men came back yesterday, they asked to see me. When i heard this in the distance my heart plummeted, my mouth became dry and my hands shook. Two tall men appeared at the top of the basement stairs. They looked at each other and nodded slightly. "We'll pick her up next week Annie" said one man he spoke in a deep, stern tone. They slowly walked away while the other, larger man kissed my mother on her thin, dry lips. The door slammed behind them. The basement returned to sheer darkness. Where will they take me? What do they want with me? I must go, I'm determined to escape now.
Goodnight,
J.

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