Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything
Pencil: I'm sorry 'cause you get hurt because of me. Whenever i make 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 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 days i know i'll be 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..=)
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