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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