Anyone can be saved

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How dare you?  You walk on this Earth as if you're perfect, judging me. I've made my mistakes, I've owned up to my faults.  You walk on this Earth as if you're perfect, hovering over my mistakes.
An auctioneer held high an old broken violin, ready to start the bidding. He started the bidding at one dollar, then moved to two, then finally three. With no higher offer, right before he could call "sold",
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