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Personal Writing Devon     I walked into the smoke change coffee shop to meet Devon. Devon is 18years old, a ranking(prenominal) in high school. He worrys guile and is currently takingcollege art classes. I have only meet Devon once before, in the m tout ensemble. Hecaught my eye because he was wearing a pink fuzzy sweater, a pair of army pants,and a pair of combat boots.     I watched for Devon at the coffee shop but he wasnt there. I was 20 transactions early so I took a seat next to a small round table. The only thing onthe table was an ashtray. I could see the smoke lingering from the top of thedim lit room.     The gate opened and Devon walked in. This time he was dressed in all dusky with a pair of bright red shoes on. He walked confidently, slouched oerwith a slight strut. He waved at some people in the corner booth and smiled,the people waved back and yelled, "Hay, Devon."     As he looked in my direction I waved at him to get his attention. Whenhe reached the table I shook his hand and introduced myself. He introducedhimself "Hi my name is Devon." He sit down on the other side of the small table.Devon is well cognise in the coffee shop. He goes to the coffee shopabout 3 times a week and tries to meet someone new both time he goes. He isreally nice and its not tricky for him to make friends. Almost everyone in theshop know who he is. If he sees someone he doesnt know hell go up and talk tothem.     Devon told me why he dressed the way he does, "I do it to repoint peoplethat everyone is different and to like them for who they are." Devon does nottake a look at anybody and judge them for that one look. When he meets someonehe automatically likes them, once he gets to know them he makes his decision notto like them if thats the case. As Devon lit up a cigarette and took a delineate hetold me about some of his life. &n bsp   "I havent dressed like this all of my life. One day I got all wet whenmy family went to the lake. I dress on a pair of my dads clothes and the werebig and baggy on me. As we pulled in the driveway to our house one of myfriends saw me and told me I looked like a freak.