Eraser : For what? You didn't do anything wrong.
Pencil : I'm sorry 'cause you get hurt cause of me. Whenever I made a mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistake vanish,you lost a part of yrself. You get smaller and smaller evrytime.
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 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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