I’ve heard that in the 40s, in Cape Girardeau, Missouri, a giant used to stop by a tobacco factory, lean with his elbows on the second story window sill, and talk with the young women working there. He was a pleasant fellow and couldn’t, because of his size and a few attendant problems, serve in the war. One thinks of giants as paramount actors in great wars, but I’m glad he was spared and hope he lived a long, merry, peaceful life.
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