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What Happened To the Giants, Part Iii

...Now their have been sightings since that dark time, like Bigfoot the giant myth will not die, but as to the flesh-and-blood giant race it is unlikely one will ever rise. But as I explained, much loving was done, and giant genes still remain in mankind, like neandertals they hide in plain sight, and one-day mainstream science will go find a skeleton that they cannot conceal, they’ll find my ancestors, decode their genes, realize that some of it still carries on, they’ll win their Nobels, they’ll strut and they’ll preen. It’s funny because I could have told them that you see the giant genes everywhere, most folks you see playing pro basketball have a giant in their pedigree somewhere. Volleyball players show all the signs too, and most humans beyond seven-foot tall, looking back at early modern humans you just didn’t see heights like that at all. And you wonder how I may know all this, how I can speak of what most think a myth? It’s simple, Tzilacatzin had him a wife, I am a living descendant of his. And after the Spanish conquered that land his wife learned Spanish and wrote what she knew, my family has kept this for centuries, we tell people, but believers are few. I know many of you won’t believe this, my family says that it’s not the right time, but for those who listen, know we’re out there, giants have never really left mankind.

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