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Spelling with all capital letters looks like yelling no matter what. I remember a girl named Paulina who would write me texts like that. I'M AT THE BUS STOP. I BROUGHT A PICTURE OF MY BOYFRIEND. She was a student from northern Mexico in my youth exchange program. I had a sleep-over with her once. She smoked on the hour, all night. I got up towards the end of it and slept in the dining room without heat. It was worth it. She was nice, but she only talked about her boyfriend. HE WAS A MODEL. All her pictures were laminated cut-outs from magazines.