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Dear Diary,
I think now I have accepted Tamra's death. I've calmed down, for the most part. Tamra wouldn't have wanted me to give up now. I know what she'd say. She'd look up at me with those big, dark eyes and say; "Erika, I thought you said you wouldn't give up. Why are you crying?" She'd take my arm and rest her soft little cheek against it. "You said you wouldn't cry. Poor Erika. Don't cry," She'd take my hand and look into my face. "After all, Mama and you always said that God wouldn't put anything before us that he couldn't help us through, right?"
Right? Yes, that's what she'd say. And Mama and Papa would say similar things as well. Aaron never left my side unless he was forced to. He sneaked past the guards every night to come to me and hold me 'till just before dawn. He has made all the difference. I wouldn't have been able to regain and keep my sanity if it weren't for him. It sounds sudden, and I've said it before, but this time I mean it with all my heart. I love him. I truly love him. He means so much to me in a world where what little you own is more precious than life. And Jews aren't allowed to have personal possessions.

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Aaron and I are each other's possessions, like we've given ourselves to each other. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever experienced. If all else should come to an end, if they decide to end our worthless, pitiful lives, if I could just be beside him, if we could just hold each other, then I wouldn't mind what they did to me, no matter how horrible.