Pencil: I'm sorry.... Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.
Pencil: I'm sorry cos you get hurt bcos of me. Whenever I made a mistake,
you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you
lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each 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 day,
I know I'll be gone and you'll 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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