I found an atlas and I decided on Bozeman.

I don't even hardly remember that old life.

I'm really the perfect complement to him, because I don't know anything about horses.

The weight of the sky dropped onto Atlas's back, almost smashing him flat until he managed to get to his knees, struggling to get out from under the crushing weight of the sky. But it was too late.

"Noooooo!" He bellowed so hard it shook the mountain.

"Not again!"

Atlas was trapped under his old burden.

I had to get an atlas to find out where Belmont is.

We came up with 'ABC' before December. When we found out in December [about the school closings], we decided to push the plan, and a strike seemed the best way to do that.