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. Whenever i make a mistake, You’re always there to clean it. But as you make mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller everytime.

Eraser : That’s true but i don’t really mind it. You see, i was made to help you whenever you do wrong. Even though one of these day, 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 :)