Here Lie All the Boys Who Broke My Heart

A time-stopping, head-throbbing ringing that nearly drowns out the rest of what she says. Maybe something like “Hot Mess,” or “Redeemable?” with a question mark that slaps onto the end of the word at the last second. Due to most people at the party being on a hallucinogen, and everyone wearing masks, the police can’t identify everyone who was there. Finally, a tired-looking man in an orange jumpsuit with his hands handcuffed in front of him is led out by an officer and sits on the other side of the glass.