081413 #worm Gravity spins the willow-haired girl closer to Me. Him observes archly. Bnabe gets drunker than anyone. The bonfire chain smokes. Feet are bare, close to the flames. The willow-haired girl bares her breasts, close to Me. Something just snaps--Bnabe has wanted her for months. The flames leer pornographically. The flames put on a green dress, go out in public, flaunt their wickedness. Me knows he's betraying his old friend, but he does not stop. The willow-haired girl is not a territory. Is she? She is singling Me out, isn't she? Who is Me to resist her insouciant nearness? Bnabe drinks.