With that, James and Michael saluted each other and began to fence. Mark hesitated, lost in thought about James' comments, then made his way to the locker room. Perhaps he's right, Mark thought as he walked off toward the locker room. Maybe I don't need a team. I can beat the people who fence here, and they're the best in the division. Maybe I can do pretty well on my own.
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