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He
went
out
.
"
I
look
like
shit
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
Of
course
you
do
,
"
agreed
Wednesday
.
Wednesday
took
an
assortment
of
snack
food
up
to
the
cash
register
and
paid
for
that
and
their
gas
,
changing
his
mind
twice
about
whether
he
was
doing
it
with
plastic
or
with
cash
,
to
the
irritation
of
the
gum
-
chewing
young
lady
behind
the
till
.
Shadow
watched
as
Wednesday
became
increasingly
flustered
and
apologetic
.
He
seemed
very
old
,
suddenly
.
The
girl
gave
him
his
cash
back
,
and
put
the
purchase
on
the
card
,
and
then
gave
him
the
card
receipt
and
took
his
cash
,
then
returned
the
cash
and
took
a
different
card
.
Wednesday
was
obviously
on
the
verge
of
tears
,
an
old
man
made
helpless
by
the
implacable
plastic
march
of
the
modern
world
.
They
walked
out
of
the
warm
gas
station
,
and
their
breath
steamed
in
the
air
.
On
the
road
once
more
:
browning
grass
meadows
slipped
past
on
each
side
of
them
.
The
trees
were
leafless
and
dead
.
Two
black
birds
stared
at
them
from
a
telegraph
wire
.
"
Hey
,
Wednesday
.
"
"
What
?
"
"
The
way
I
saw
it
in
there
,
you
never
paid
for
the
gas
.
"
"
Oh
?
"
