"If you dare to say, 'I hope we shall always be friends,' I will hit you," he said, his voice high and trembling. Indignation, not heartbreak: he was wounded in nothing but his vanity.
I raised my eyebrows. "No, frankly, my hope is that we never see each other again - a hope which is growing stronger and more heartfelt with each passing moment. But I would prefer us to part amiably."
Felix tying up loose ends before the trip home in true Felix style.
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