Ftrain, by Paul Ford

Thinking about sweetness I wanted something sweet. Thus there was a small skirmish at Han's Deli as CookieForce 5, an elite division of the Snack Army, leapt upon me as one and began to pound my skin me with their tiny chocolate fists. I nearly succumbed but then one of them flipped over and revealed his belly-- and therein I read his secrets; 150 calories, yes, but three servings per. Nearly as bad as a single sandwich. So much potential regret. This the healthy organic better-for-me cookie. I did what I used to when I quit smoking. I said: "I want you to walk out of here without a cookie." Quitting smoking, though, that is virtue. Even badass. So many had failed. Quitting cookies is shameful in a man.