The Lychee Curse

Summary

My roommate hasn't showered in years. As a result, she evolved a single, magnificent armpit hair.

Whenever she sweats, this hair emits a bizarre scent of lychees.

She calls it her "Pit-Pourri."

Every time she raises her arm, that scent aggressively invades our nostrils, dominating the room.

As the lychee smell grew stronger, it started to sting the eyes, smelling less like fruit and more like rotting bleach.

I couldn't take it anymore. One night, while she was asleep, I snuck over and scrubbed her armpit clean.