Eraser : "For what? You didn't do anything wrong."
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 everytime."
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. Eventhough, 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, That's what friends are for."
by Eloquence book
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