英文短篇故事（紐約）341 Underarm Odor

He walked to Battery Park and back. When he got home, he took off his T-shirt. Phew! he thought. His armpits didn't use to smell that bad after a long walk. Is this the aging process, he wondered. He wiped his armpits with alcohol wipes. The odor disappeared. He went to the drugstore. He bought a different brand of deodorant. The next day, he rolled on the new deodorant. He took another walk. When he got home, he took off his T-shirt. He couldn't smell anything. Good, he thought. The deodorant worked. He took a shower. He tried to wash his armpits. He couldn't do it. All his armpit hairs were matted together. He finished his shower. He looked in the mirror. A white paste covered his armpits. He grabbed some alcohol wipes. He scrubbed his armpits hard. After a while, they were no longer white. They were bright red.