“Why in the hell do you make it sound like you’re a heavy drinker?” my wife asked, “When we both know that you’re not.”
“Persona,” I answered, “Strictly persona.”
“I don’t even know what that means,” she returned.
“Well, persona means…” I began.
“I know the definition,” she said in frustration, “I jus’ don’t get why you want that to be you persona. It’s not a very flattering.”
“Yeah,” I replied, “But it does make me seem a little more of a character than the flat, two-dimensional person I really am.”
“Still doesn’t make any sense to me,” she finished.
“Well, I can’t make myself any taller or even anymore devastatingly handsome than I already am, can I?” I shot back.
“Oh shit,” she said, rolling her eyes at me with her broad smile.
The Old Blog in the Desert 
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