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Short Fiction by Amra Pajalic Srebrenica, July 1992 I threw open the front door and bolted out of the house when my mother’s guttural scream of terror stopped me dead in my tracks. I turned and went back inside. “What’s wrong?”  Mama clutched the wall, her face white with terror. “Stupid girl!” She shook me...