Riyule

It was a normal day in the Old White Rich People Shopping Center in the City of Business. Normally, Riyule would show up late as usual, plop down in his desk chair and yell talk about something inconsequential from his puffy red cheeks. His face would shift from RBF to contempt over the length of a sentence, but not today. Today, he saw the new photo hanging by the computer monitor. 
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“That motherfucker has a perfect lover too?!”

Today, Riyule was green like the flame from burning copper.