It is finished. Old Mitsima’s words repeated themselves in his mind. Finished, finished…. In silence and from a long way off, but violently, desperately, hopelessly, he had loved Kiakimé. And now it was finished. He was sixteen.
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It is finished. Old Mitsima’s words repeated themselves in his mind. Finished, finished…. In silence and from a long way off, but violently, desperately, hopelessly, he had loved Kiakimé. And now it was finished. He was sixteen.