"krungrlrummkrr?", his stomach asked.
Antony sat up in bed and hungrily looked at the crust of tomato soup on
his wife's sleeping face.
"It contains all kinds of natural antioxidants and is awfully full
of moisturizing ingredients," Rosie had told him in the bathroom
last night. He was brushing his teeth, she stood next to him with her hand in a
can of cheap Asda tomato soup. It was the only food there was in the house.
"fitgirl76 posted on the forum of 4everbeauty, that it provides a natural
protection for the moisture that normally covers your skin and other stuff like
that, "she continued. Antony was no longer surprised by his wife's beauty
obsession, and uninterested spat tooth paste from his mouth over pieces of bean
sprouts in the sink.
krungrlrummkrr.
It was half past six in the morning and he was lying on his side, this
way he could at least cover half of his enormous belly underneath a piece of
blanket that his wife had not yet claimed for herself. It was June, but this
was June in Denmark. Antony tried his best to convince himself that it was the
cold that kept him awake, instead of the gaping emptiness in his belly.
He slowly moved his hand to half a piece of meatball which balanced
temptingly above his wife's left eye. His fingers were poised to pluck the gray
piece of flesh from her eyebrow when Rosie suddenly made a snoring noise - it
sounded like a pig being cut off in traffic. He let his fingers cease their
mission because he did not want to risk waking her up.If his wife would catch
him with food that she didn't give him permission to eat for, she would likely
gouge his eyes out with her crisp, perfectly hydrated nails.
krungrlrummkrr !!!
His stomach now seemed to be growling menacingly at the other organs in
Antony's stomach, wanting to make clear that he was not afraid to attack one of
them would the need become too high.
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