Emotion: Disgust
Jane watched him from across the time-worn cherry wood dining table, they both sat silently as they began their evening meal. This now tired and repetitive scene had started to make Jane's head swoon with déjà vu and as she looked up to see her husband of twelve years, shovel inelegantly food into his mouth, she started to feel rather nauseous. Her husband, John's mouth was very slightly open and she could see his rather uneven, wine stained teeth working the cooked vegetables into a rather vile spit-filled mush, he just kept moving the food round and round until she had to look away from fear of the digust showing on her face. Jane stared down onto her plate of food looking at the vegetables she had overcooked (again), the vegetarian chicken parts that were too greasy, and potatoes that she had accidently dropped onto the kitchen floor, so had just scooped them up with her hands and thrown them indecorously onto their plates. Jane picked at the food wih her fork, but now could hear the squishy, slimy sound of his revolting chewing followed by loud repugnant swallowing which made her think of the filthy scene inside his mouth.
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