I will make you cry tears of blood. Get ready to be depressed.
Dance in the Full Moon
O, the Frailty of Memory
Sunday, November 19, 2017
11.18
I taste like a fortune cookie, I look like a clam. I open in segments and don't know what I am. Who am I? Honestly, I don't know, this isn't a riddle and it isn't a joke. Please, what unlawful combination of things am I?
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