pencil: you know, i'm really sorry.
eraser: for what? you didn't do anything wrong.
pencil: i'm sorry, 'cause you get hurt because of me. when*r i make a mistake, you are always there to erase1 it. but as you make my mistakes vanish2, you lose a part of yourself. you get smaller and smaller *rytime.
eraser: that's true, but i don't really mind. you see, i was made to do this. i was made to * you when*r you do something wrong. *n though, one of these days, i know i'll be gone and you have to replace3 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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