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"
Which
is
why
,
"
concluded
Mr
.
Nancy
,
as
they
drove
into
Humansville
,
Missouri
(
pop
.
1
,
084
)
,
"
the
exact
center
of
America
is
a
tiny
run
-
down
park
,
an
empty
church
,
a
pile
of
stones
,
and
a
derelict
motel
.
"
"
Hog
farm
,
"
said
Czernobog
.
"
You
just
said
that
the
real
center
of
America
was
a
hog
farm
.
"
"
This
isn
’
t
about
what
is
,
"
said
Mr
.
Nancy
.
"
It
’
s
about
what
people
think
is
.
It
’
s
all
imaginary
anyway
.
That
’
s
why
it
’
s
important
.
People
only
fight
over
imaginary
things
.
"
"
My
kind
of
people
?
"
asked
Shadow
.
"
Or
your
kind
of
people
?
"
Nancy
said
nothing
.
Czernobog
made
a
noise
that
might
have
been
a
chuckle
,
might
have
been
a
snort
.
Shadow
tried
to
get
comfortable
in
the
back
of
the
bus
.
He
had
slept
a
little
,
but
only
a
little
.
He
had
a
bad
feeling
in
the
pit
of
his
stomach
.
Worse
than
the
feeling
he
had
had
in
prison
,
worse
than
the
feeling
he
had
had
back
when
Laura
had
come
to
him
and
told
him
about
the
robbery
.
This
was
bad
.
The
back
of
his
neck
prickled
,
he
felt
sick
and
,
several
times
,
in
waves
,
he
felt
scared
.
Mr
.
Nancy
pulled
over
in
Humansville
,
parked
outside
a
supermarket
.
Mr
.
Nancy
went
inside
,
and
Shadow
followed
him
in
.
Czernobog
waited
in
the
parking
lot
,
stretching
his
legs
,
smoking
his
cigarette
.
There
was
a
young
fair
-
haired
man
,
little
more
than
a
boy
,
restocking
the
breakfast
cereal
shelves
.
"
Hey
,
"
said
Mr
.
Nancy
.
