| I have a barely used French Grip LP foil - practice (nonelectric) that I may be willing to part with since I've switched to Sabre... just really dislike the whole foil thing now :P
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__________________ In Flanders fields the poppies grow - Between the crosses, row on row, - That mark our place, and in the sky, - The larks, still bravely singing, fly, - Scarce heard amid the guns below. ~John McCrae |