PENCIL : You know.. I'm really sorry
ERASER : For what? You didn't do anything wrong to me
PENCIL : I'm sorry, Because you get hurt. Because of me, whenever I make a mistake, you're always there to erase it. but as you ae my mistakes volish, you lose a part of your self. you get smaller and smaller every time.
ERASER : That's true, but i dont really mind. you see rite now, 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 pleaseeeeeee.. stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad :"""""
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