“What’s that?”  Anna had been glancing at the envelope I had tossed onto the table since I had returned.  When she wasn’t looking at it, she was watching me.  “Oh, I almost forgot!  You’re Joe!”  I glared at a spot in my closet.  Buttoning up my shirt, I turned for the bathroom.  “I think it fits.  You’re Joe Somebody.  The mysterious man who never reveals who he is.  You’re just somebody.”
“My name isn’t Joe.”  It was also by far the worst name she could have thought of.
“Alright, then what about Happy?”
“Happy?”  I eyed her warily.
“Yeah.  It’s funny because it’s the exact opposite of your demeanor.”  Glaring, I tucked in my shirt...

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