Tom grimaced slightly.

He grimaced.

Tom leant in to kiss Mary, but she recoiled with a grimace.

She tasted the food and grimaced.

He grimaced as if memories of his bitter past were crashing like waves inside his head.

She grimaced.

The students grimaced at the teacher.

Look, Tom – I've picked some raspberries. Do you want some?" asked Mary, shoving a few into her raspberry-smeared mouth. Tom grimaced. "It's nice of you to ask," he said, "but I can't stand raspberries. Really sorry, Mary!"

Tom grimaced.

Four-year-old Sam begrudgingly ate his broccoli with a grimace on his face.