"Alright, Mosche, alright," you said. "I think that's a little much.""Oh, is it too soon?" Mosche asked, honestly curious. "Everyone keeps telling me comedy is tragedy plus time.""No, I've just heard it before," Gemma said."Oh, yeah I guess that isn't very original material," Mosche pondered. Then his face lit up and he waved someone over to us. The bar had been filling up, and people were already grabbing seats at the tables in the theatre area of the club. "Hey, this is the girl I was talking about. Tasha, hey, this is my roommate John, and this is Gemma. She's Australian."You suppressed the eye roll you wanted to give him, and turned to the woman. She was slender, with a wavy blonde bob to her jawline and a very bohemian hipster look. She had a septum ring in her nose, and a chest tattoo of an octopus of all things. "Hey," she said with a sultry grin.You and Gemma both said hi, and then the conversation stalled for one painful moment as Mosche failed to bring her into the actu
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