“OK, I found my $10 pencil, but where is my eraaaaaaser?” I whined.
“If I buy you a new eraser, will you be happy?”
“No! I’ve had that eraser and this pencil since I started studying Korean! I can’t study without that eraser!” I pouted.
“OK, then we will find the eraser,” Good Man said, standing up.
“Now you’re making fun of me! But I want it!”
“No, I understand. I did not get into SKY because I did not have my Bugs Bunny pencil when I was seventeen.”
We’re still looking for my eraser.