consciousness/training/amygdala_stories/stories/disgusted.txt

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The refrigerator had been open when he got home — the cat must have bumped it — and the smell hit him before he'd figured out what had happened. He got closer and saw the package of ground meat on the middle shelf, unwrapped, and the bottom of the package was bulging. His stomach moved. He put a hand over his mouth. He couldn't quite bring himself to reach for it. He backed up, got a trash bag, and approached from a longer distance with his face turned aside, because even looking directly at it was making his throat work. He breathed through his mouth for the next twenty minutes.