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Later, after the editing and the submission, she sent a message: the video had been rejected as manipulative, and accepted as honest. Critics argued about motive; fans argued about ethics. The shop's jar emptied a little. People came for recipes, for remedies, for courage

I began to collect confessions. An old man claimed the chilies taught him to speak to his estranged son. A woman wrote that a single pepper cured her of seeing ghosts in the steam of her evening tea. A filmmaker said that in a pivotal shot the actor tasted the pepper and suddenly understood what his character had always been missing: the courage to betray. A child wanted to know whether heat could