Pencil: I'm sorry!
Eraser: Sorry for what? You didn't do anything wrong.
Pencil: I'm sorry because you get hurt because of me, whenever I made mistakes you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller each time.
Eraser: That's true. But I don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this. We were made to work together, I am happy to work with you and stay beside you,even if I know that I am losing a part of myself on the process. and even though one day I know I'll be gone and you'll replace me with a new one.
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