The story of an eraser and a pencil. Pencil: I'm sorry. Eraser: What's that for, dear?
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Blue Jay Though I know I will disappear someday and you will have another mother (I'm not sure what you mean here) I'm still happy with what I did for you.Eraser is a mother. Pencil is her daughter.
Blue Jay OK, now I get it. You have written a nice little story. I enjoyed reading it.Oh, really? Thank you. But I did not write it. I just translated it from Vietnamese into English.