Pencil: I’m sorry.
Eraser: For what? You didn’t do anything wrong.
Pencil: I’m sorry because 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 get smaller and smaller…
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