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[Layla stands away from the group, between clothing racks in Sears, shoving her things into her bag. She’d barely gotten any sleep last night, tossing and turning trying to decide what to do. Her argument with Omar had made her feel more uncomfortable than she already did within the group. With the exception of Carter, Charlie and a few others, there was no real reason for her to stay anymore. She wasn’t sure she wanted to go to Quantico. She wasn’t sure she wanted to go anywhere, especially not with the possibility of more people telling her what to do. Home wasn’t very far and maybe this was a sign that she should never have gone looking for something more in the first place. It was time she went her own way.]

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