PENCIL: I am really sorry.
ERASER: for what?
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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