Pencil : u know, im really sorry..
Eraser : for what? u didn't do anything wrong..
Pencil : im sorry, couse u get hurt because of me... whenever i make a mistake,u're always there to erase it. but as u make my mistake vanish,u lose a part of urself... u get smaller and smaller every time...
Eraser : that's true,but i don't really mind. u see, iwas made to do this. i was made to help u whenever u do something wrong.... even though,one of have to replace me with a new one,i'm actually happy with job. so please stop worrying.... i hate seeing you sad...
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