Pencil: I'm sorry !
Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.
Pencil: I'm sorry because you get hurt because 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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