Ricky Weems had an itch he couldn't reach, deep in the crevice of his left armpit - and just a whisper away from the crack of doom. At first, it was just annoying, like a wayward hair or an unwashed loofah job. But by day three, it had developed into a full-blown, dignity-stripping, monkey-scratch dance kind of itch.
He tried everything: oatmeal baths, hydrocortisone cream, triple-antibiotic oint ...
He tried everything: oatmeal baths, hydrocortisone cream, triple-antibiotic oint ...
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