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May 17, 1942

According to the paper, today was the hottest day in 57 years. Because of the unbearable heat, I joined some of my roommates who sat on the school benches in the corridor. Like sad and neglected wall flowers at a dance, we sat stiff and straight on the benches lined against the wall.

“Here we sit waiting. Not for a dancing partner, but for the war to end!” I said facetiously.

I don’t know why, but we all laughed so hard that the benches creaked with our shaking bodies.