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 made a mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You got smaller and smaller 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 do something wrong. Even though, one of these day, I know I'll 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 :)
i love this conversation :)
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