Vile temptresses

I just can't seem to avoid them lately. Everywhere I go, there they are, showing off their stuff. How can one help but feel the desire that they try so hard to instill? In malls, stores, and subway stations I find myself trying to ignore them, but my gaze is pulled by some unseen force. I feel my heart rate rise simply from the fact that they are near. My conscience tells me it is wrong, but some piece of my heart takes control and says "It's ok." Despite an entire life of lessons to the contrary, I break down. I pay the four dollars for a box of girl scout cookies.