I was born into the Magnil family on February 16, 1940. Proud family, lumberjacks for generations. I was the one who ruined that, I suppose. Started a clothing shop in 1963 with my wife, Julia. She was fantastic. Made the most beautiful dresses. Before that, my childhood was spent running around outside, attending school, chasing girls, the whole deal. My parents did the best they could, got mad as hell when I said I didn't wanna be a lumberjack though! Didn't bother me, I already had a part time job at Rob's Diner. Charming place, still standing to this day I think. I don't remember much from there besides the odd smells by the freezer,, not that I really care to remember that job. It was just a stepping stone until I could get to better things. My reckless 20s are probably the most regretful part of my life. That's when I tore my leg open, and said goodbye to running for the rest of my life. Maybe I'll tell that story next, when I actually get to just telling stories. Many twists and turns after that injury, I fell in love with Julia at the Harvest Festival of '61. As I mentioned, I've got good memories there. Got married, started a shop, then she died in '89. Worst day of my life. Well after that, I didn't have much reason to stay. Said goodbye to everyone, moved to Texas and rarely looked back. Till now, at least. So that's my life. Lotta details missing, but not like y'all will care much. Now, as I promised, it's time for me to start telling some stories. And just because I'm old doesn't mean I've got nothing to teach you.
-Trevor
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