Pencil: You know , i'm really sorry.
Eraser: For what ? you didn't do anything wrong.
Pencil: I'm sorry, cause you get hurt because of me .Whenever i make a mistake,you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistake vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller every time.
Eraser: That's true , but i don't really mind . You see , i was made to do this . I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong . Even though, one of these days, i know that i'll be gone and you have to replace me with a new one . I'm actually happy with my job . So please stop worrying . I hate seeing you sad.


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