GirlChat #739141
Not sure what the golden beaver key represented in your mind but the annoying worker was probably society or something of that nature.
Reminds me of an excerpt from Lolita: "That old woman in black who sat down next to me on my bench, on my rack of joy (a nymphet was groping under me for a lost marble), and asked if I had stomachache, the insolent hag. Ah, leave me alone in my pubescent park, in my mossy garden. Let them play around me forever. Never grow up." I sometimes wish I would wake up and be in a world with only little girls. Where I'm the only adult in existence and nothing or nobody to bother me. That would be heaven. |