If Stina closed her eyes and tried really hard, she could taste her mom’s blueberry pancakes. It took extra effort to get the flavors of the butter and maple syrup. She was still working on the textures. She jumped as a nearby explosion rocked the remains of the building in which the remnants of her family had sheltered. She counted to a hundred and when no more shells landed, shifted the part of her body not trapped under rubble
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