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Dear Diary,
Well, Last week, when I wrote, I guess I had the right idea to think something was wrong. That cloud has grown. And that cold feeling has grown into a freezing vice that now holds me in its icy grip.
My family and I are wearing those yellow stars on the right breast pocket of just about every piece of clothing we own. Daddy's produce store isn't getting as much business since that big Star of David was put up in the window.
Things are getting worse at school. There are eight Jews left, myself included, and as we walk down the halls with our obvious yellow stars, we can hear the perfect little Arians talking behind our backs.
I have a feeling it can only get worse.

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Dear Diary,
It's been three weeks since I last wrote. Things have gone from terrible to worse. Daddy's store was broken into and raided and all the windows are shattered. But the worst part is, all the vegetables are strewn up and down the street in front of it. The Arians though it was hilarious. Daddy's not allowed to work anymore and Mama has to get food rations from the good people still left at the local Synagogue. Now, I am the only Jew left at my school. The other ones had the money and the good sense to leave before the worst of it started. I'm ashamed to show my face in the halls now. The prejudice they have against me has grown so that they either point and laugh, calling out "Hey! Look! There goes the Jew!", or they part in the halls, trying not to look at me, keeping as much distance as possible. It's almost like they think I have the Black Plague!
To tell the truth, I wish I did. Then I'd have a reason not to have to go to school. But if my boyfriend, Johaan, were still here, he would tell me to trust in God, and never give up. It's been so long since I last saw him.. I hope where he is they don't have it so bad. I miss him dearly.