Pencil : I'm sorry....
Eraser : For what? You didn't do anything wrong.
Pencil : I'm sorry cos you get hurt bcos 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...
Eraser : For what? You didn't do anything wrong.
Pencil : I'm sorry cos you get hurt bcos 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...
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