Re: [NetBehaviour] A Suicide at the Picnic

Beautiful Simon On Tue, 11 Feb 2025, 23:40 marc.garrett via NetBehaviour, < netbehaviour@lists.netbehaviour.org> wrote: > *A Suicide at the Picnic* > > Before Ken became my stepdad, my mother, my brother Nigel, and I would > often walk past the local garage where he worked as a mechanic. We woul

[NetBehaviour] I Made a This

Heya Netbehaviours. Long time no post. I made this and thought of you - I'm acutely aware that the Earth's rotation is randomly slowing etc., I just haven't let that get in the way.  😺 - Rhea. ___ NetBehaviour ma

Re: [NetBehaviour] A Suicide at the Picnic

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[NetBehaviour] the Nifty again

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Re: [NetBehaviour] A Suicide at the Picnic

agree, incredibly powerful, I wonder if this is truth, fiction, mixed, it makes a difference in the reading, amazing writing - On Tue, Feb 11, 2025 at 8:08 PM giselle beiguelman via NetBehaviour < netbehaviour@lists.netbehaviour.org> wrote: > What a powerful text! I can’t wait for the book. > > G

Re: [NetBehaviour] A Suicide at the Picnic

What a powerful text! I can’t wait for the book. GB Em ter., 11 de fev. de 2025 às 20:40, marc.garrett via NetBehaviour < netbehaviour@lists.netbehaviour.org> escreveu: > *A Suicide at the Picnic* > > Before Ken became my stepdad, my mother, my brother Nigel, and I would > often walk past the loc

[NetBehaviour] A Suicide at the Picnic

A Suicide at the Picnic Before Ken became my stepdad, my mother, my brother Nigel, and I would often walk past the local garage where he worked as a mechanic. We would stop and chat with him, exchanging pleasantries. At the time, I wasn't entirely sure how long it took for him to step into the