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  • This is my fountain pen, it was a sample of no commercial value, but for me, my fountain pen was always one of my most prized possessions.
  • I lay in bed with the flu, while the February winds howled around the apartment house. This splendid fountain pen came in a red leather case, and I showed it to my girlfriends the first chance I got. Me, Anne Frank, the proud owner of a fountain pen.
  • Then I started at the Jewish Lyceum and my fountain pen was given a new case of honor of the occasion. When I was thirteen, the fountain pen went with me to the Annex, and together we´ve raced through countless diaries and compositions. I´d turned fourteen and my fountain pen was enjoying the last year of its life with me when...
  • When I was ten, I was allowed to take the pen to school and the teacher let me write with it. Then my treasure had to be tucked because teacher allowed us to use only school pens and inkpots.
  • The fountain pen remained unused on the table, while its owner, sighing, was forced to make do with a corner of the table.At a quarter to six I swept the ground, tossed the dirt into a newspaper, along with rotten beans, and threw it into the fire.
  • I came out of my room and was about to sit down at the table to write when I was roughly pushed to one side to make room for Margot and Father, who wanted to practice their Latin
  • All was quiet again. The Latin students had left, and I sat down at the table to pick up where I´d left off. But no matter where I looked, my fountain pen was nowhere in sight. I took another look. My family looked. But it had vanished.
  • At a quarter to six I swept the ground, tossed the dirt into a newspaper, along with rotten beans, and threw it into the fire. A giant flame shot up, and I thought it was wonderful that the stove, which had been gasping for the last time, had recovered so miraculously.
  • I´m left with one consolation, small though it may be: my fountain pen was cremated, just as I would like to be someday!
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