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Bo then gave explicit-questioning, for which he might have held-back any private innuendoes or insight… He seemed, an honest and intellectual-individual. Who seemed-to have an open-mind; intuitive and unobtrusive. He had a truly, valid-grasp on any-words of interests and shown correspondently, deep-value system that was commendable… Soon, he-was inviting Bo Jon up-town for lunch-at a restaurant he and his brother went to after a semester-end return it was cheap but comfortable… He spoke-of his close-relationship to his-brother since his-childhood. The caring-support by his-brother whom he had shown a certain-degree of pride. He began to talk-over what his-life which consisted-of how dutiful his-brother, who'd kept him out-of trouble, being disciplined and attending-to class-work; as a result, he received honors in college varsity… He was in his early-twenties, Bo-thought an attractive and good-charactered young-man. He excelled in college presently, in business-management and was to attend grad school. He paid his-way by his brother’s doing and seemed-to respect very much what he had-did for him. In fact he was coming-home to express the fact that he was third in-class, in his own unfecitious, character... Bo looked-at him and could-see the family basing, genetic-traits and earnest self-perceptions; his light-brown eyes glowed-with a spirited, innate and intuitive-venacular.
Yet he-seemed, more bold than brash. He and Bo Jon ate burgers and fries, it was a hardy-meal; though, Bo rarely ate beef; he saw the need-to comfort his new-friend and perhaps, in the future; gain his trust, he would no-doubt need. His name was Christopher Theodore Garr, he just came home from UCLA on mid-season sabbatical. ...Most of the other students stayed-there and went-to the beach. He described this, as a good-reason to see his long separate-brother. Bo listened, with compassionate-understanding; as he as well, was making a case-study… Many-factors in a life-style; from, the baseball catch-and-throw; innocent and trivial, to the gift-for birthdays or Christmas it added-up in the dimension of personal-life; everyone has a certain-temperament, beliefs and motives… That if found in bits-and pieces form an ‘evolutionary’-puzzle. David, was missing-in the mountains of Washington in high-country among treacherous-terrain, somewhere between there-and-here, with what was his-last living-impart; he was discovering, something evidential; in-portage, to private-profile, that made things and himself, a ‘material‘-entity. Bo was not a reserving- projectionist; he shied away-from mind-reading like epithets; more, he was pointed to processes-in a refining, renumerating and an chaste and instinctive-individual.
David was obliviously, astute and attentive he had many responsibilities; some-as ’kindnesses’, some-directives, others considerates. His-brother never was exposed-to David’s ‘entire’-life. In fact, he was the result of his resolve, instilling, in end past-history… ‘C.T.’, which he-liked to be called-was very knowledgeable, insightful and competent; when he expressed himself. A well-kept person not overly, self-centered, pugnacious or overly, redemptive. Divided-among his-subjects of conversation, Bo-didn’t relay reverence or reposition to give-inclination in order to put forth, apposition, to what would alter C.T.’s behavior... That lay-somewhere ahead; in perhaps an ill-correctable, ‘reality’. ...No, Bo wanted what was reproving, and left for a while longer-beyond the ‘present’-boundaries. Until he-could find a re-quaint, balanced and burgeoned-point of subversive or lessened as a regency, in a surmising. An interning-dialogue, that-would be an ‘idiom’ to what would become an enigmatic-apprehension; that changed things, forever... Chris spoke-with an internal-‘entirety’, that was pertinently, be no-longer.
‘David and I, were sold-on what UCLA had for the offering. It made us want-to go and visit.’ 'He’d thought I’d become immersed-in the program’s regiment’. Bo-started his first-stance to what was an analytical-proctoring and definitional. What-was the ‘long-trail’ in retracing David Calvin Garr’s detective-design… ‘David, is my brother, but he was a consummate task-master. I think that was a good-thing in a brother, almost a necessary-component. I-think he influenced me-into going-to business-college.’ ‘I always had a knack for reasoning, its value, its complications’, said Chris. Chris, as Jon, asked questions of auspicious and perspective, relevance. He pay-loaded every-instance with an awareness of future-tense, and fortune. Within which lay a sentiment of-‘imperil’. He was experienced-at making informed-decisions, so important as his-relaxed, interested-talk; he-was making entailing, deductions and intricacies. …’So my brother, is a great guy… He’s been the ‘best’, to me.’ ‘I could not have turned-out as good as I did, without him…’ He was telling the truth. He was certainly a definitely, good-influence. He went-on about the unique-relationship, they had. ‘Discipline’, was an important-element, but as well, conditioning and self-initiative. He’d seemed to be dedicated-to the many things, in his-life; where the chapters centered-on innervations of ‘stoicism’. And not ‘impulse’; he profiled as a calm, cool-incentiveness and a competitive-good…
Along his life-of upbringing. He had the details of an ‘adherent’, un-emoted reality. Where his true parents might have diverted his-’primo-logy’, tethered-to a sense-of conferred-design; an ‘effective, centralism’... That occured-with devotion, dependability, and an esoteric, encumbering. As a veteran, David was in exacting and guided, aiming at being duly punctual… He’d taken the guising seriously yet had been, and was, self-driven, and developmental; in someone ‘close’. It became ‘clear’ that David was justified-by a lucid, succinct-jurisprudence, that consumptively, gave vying-availing in how refining, and complex it-was to overcome. By the exercise of visional fortitude in what was human-nature. A nature-of per-due predomination-by presiding suspiciousness and fore-handedness; being namelessly, and empathically to, in a caring endowed-matriculation… Bo could recognize, behind the ‘strong-will’, empowering-virtues and truly, dynamic-strength was a man-captured in compelling-struggle of determination, and assertion-against all things, ‘residual’. He was ‘Captain’ of his college football-team, second-in his-class, and once signed-up, in military ‘command’, in his presence to be someone. In-all, this, he-had delivered, on every one…
Who, in the order of high-achieving, was paying an indefinite-‘price’ in time, values or perceptions. Bo, judging from he and his brother’s character, ‘minted’-in instinctive-truth. How distinctively, ‘telescopic’ in-mode and manifest,did his intentions-blossom. It was an admirable attainment, yet he had few-faults, few-inhibitions, few setbacks, or disappointments… In a virtue, are lay the seeds-of disaster, even in the best laid-plans… Somewhere David, as an exchange in his brother ‘simmering’-induction; was what could have been succumbing and desperation. Perhaps-only in-’typical’ allowances or un-revealed, entities. ...It was there-‘quiet’, unconscious yet nonetheless, annotated-actuality. A ‘certification’-of impact, against-perversion, imperviousness and pro-recrimination… David was a ‘true-trooper’, yet his-life was too secure, too honorable; a Naval-man, a Lieutenant-Commander yet still his pride dominated selflessly, without a sign of involvement with others or into which the highest-premise was to share even while he was in his-youth... The times-of reckoning, release and awakening.
End.
Two
Warrior turned-pursued…
Intensity vs. Warrior-intensiveness…
[Bo’s preliminary…]
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...Bo Jon walked Chris to the car for the trip-back to his hotel. Bo felt-it was appropriate to not disseminate the exacting-facts of what had-happened. It was more to the deliberation-of the case to not give an influencing-subjectivity... That had the candid-possibilities-of a ‘family’-response not to become abject; nor be overly, abstruse. ...It was better, if authorities informed-him.
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