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 smaler and smaler
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 make something wrong. Even
thought,
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.
Pencil: You know, I'm really sorry. Eraser: For what? You didn't
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