CaoThanhMichelle: Your albatross, shoot it down.
CaoThanhMichelle: Be humble
CaoThanhMichelle: Blue, coffee, and winter.
CaoThanhMichelle: Idyllic- serenely beautiful and happy
CaoThanhMichelle: Goodnight sweet prince.
CaoThanhMichelle: Dear No One
CaoThanhMichelle: That winter, the wind blows.
CaoThanhMichelle: Ain't nothing but a number.
CaoThanhMichelle: Is this the right path?
CaoThanhMichelle: These are the things we lost in the fire.
CaoThanhMichelle: Cannot compute.
CaoThanhMichelle: Fear of Oblivion.
CaoThanhMichelle: He's the type of guy.
CaoThanhMichelle: The fault in our stars.
CaoThanhMichelle: Close but no cigar.
CaoThanhMichelle: Remaining
CaoThanhMichelle: Well now they know, let it go.