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"Norah was very quiet", said one of the bouncy ponytail figure skaters.
"Her name was Norah?" said another, turning to look at the one that just spoke, "I always thought her name was Noreen. She looks just like a Noreen, doesn't she??"
They all nodded in agreement, almost like clones.
Another spoke, "You know who doesn't look like their name, that kid in the front row in my science class, Brian, the one who answers all the questions."
They stood puzzled for second, then almost like a giant light bulb turned on over their heads they all agreed. All at once they were spouting out ideas of what his name should be.
Samantha cleared her throat to get their attention. They didn't stop.
"What," Samantha thought, "do I have to wave something shinney to get their attention."
"Ahem", this time she did much louder.
They, finally, turned around.
"Now can you tell me what Norah was like on the ice"
"We already told you. Quiet."
"Distant"
"Almost, sad and pathetic, like a little lost puppy"
"Omigosh, you know who just got the cutest little puppy..."
Knowing this wasn't going to g anywhere, Samantha knew she could do something that could actually would help them get further in the case.
"Okay, girls, we don't I..."
They kept on talking.
" Girls", she practically had to yell, "Why I don't just talk to you all later, okay??"
"Okay", they all said in unison.
As she turned around and began to walk away, She heard one of them yell out to her.
"Call us if we can do anything to help."
Samantha rolled her eyes, and walked toward Martin.