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But no one bares teeth on the first day. At the other end, women drape themselves over couches and sip champagne with flushed cheeks and shaking hands. They are intoxicated with the rush; everything is dazzling and warm. They see stars and think they can reach them. Their hope is contagious, though some are afflicted by jealousy and are unable to hide it—especially from my trained eye. Taut lips, clenched teeth, a subtle twitch. But no one shows claws on the first day.I’ve filmed seasons of experimental TV passion. This is just the beginning for them, but I’ve seen enough to know how it’s going to end. People can only put their best foot forward for so long. Eventually they stumble and fall and show the world what a fraud they are.And the camera crew always sees it first.***It’s week two of filming. A dozen singles have gone home unmatched and unimpressed with the process, probably with a mindset to sue for emotional damage. Six couples remain. 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She watches each scene rolling by, and waves at a group of children kicking a soccer ball. She turns around momentarily, glancing at me. She hasn’t forgotten me. I wave—a slight flick of the fingers—and she smiles back, her full lips expressive, teasing. My insides roll with the next bump.We exit the trolley at the marketplace, where locals line the street in booths overflowing with fruit, and jewelry, and tapestries, and pottery. The heart-faced teacher greets each artisan as she stops to admire their work. An old woman selling jewelry made of seashells rises from her seat and intersects the couple. She lifts a necklace from the table and drapes it around the young woman’s neck. The teacher touches each shell reverently, speaking praise with her eyes. The jewelry maker pushes at the air with her hands, insisting she keep the necklace—a gift. 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