Pencil: “I’m sorry.”
Eraser:“For what? You didn’t to do
anything wrong.”
Pencil:“I’m sorry because of me, whenever I made
mistake, you’re always there to erase it. But as you make my mistake vanish,
you lose a part of your self. 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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