Chapter 8 Public Property

• I didn't leave my room for six hours.
• Priya tried everything soft voice, stern voice, the voice she uses in mock trial when she's cornering a hostile witness, a bribe of my favorite dumplings from the place on Fifth. I stayed on my bed with the blinds shut and my phone face-down on the floor where I'd thrown it, because every time I picked it up there was another notification, another comment, another stranger with an opinion about a night that had belonged only to me for three private years until Vienna Cole decided it belonged to the internet instead.
• history really does repeat itself, huh?