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. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though one day, i know i'll be gone and you'll replace me with a new one, i'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.
