"But then I think Viola -
I think of her out there -
And I push it back -
I feel my hands on the floor -
I use them to rise to my knees -
I lift my head -
To see the Mayor's surprised face only a yard or so away, coming toward me, something in his hand-
"Goodness," he says, sounding almost cheerful. "Even stronger than I thought.

What's important is that I know how much you worry about shit. And what's also important is that I know a big part of your worry is that, no matter what group of friends you're in, no matter how long you've known them, you always assume you're the least-wanted person there. The one everyone else could do without.