As the morning rays of the sun ascended and bathed New York City in its brightest light, the bustling metropolis began its daily awakening. In a serene, tree-lined neighborhood, Claude Faustus emerged from an apartment, cradling a dark black trash bag. With a gentle click, he closed the apartment door behind him and descended the front porch steps. Making his way towards a wrought iron gate, he pushed it open and shut it with a soft thud. Approaching the waiting trash can, he lifted the lid with a creak, deposited the bag inside, and closed it with a faint thud.
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In a sudden flutter, a pigeon gracefully landed on the iron bar catching Claude's attention. A warm smile spread across his face as he extended his hand for the pigeon to perch on. With a gentle stroke, Claude began to affectionately pet the pigeon. Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Claude's wife Lucy was in the midst of taking yet another pregnancy test. The couple had been discussing the idea of expanding their family, whether through conceiving a child or opting for adoption. Lucy anxiously took the pregnancy test, marking the fifth one she had taken, only to be met with the same disappointing negative result. About an hour later, Lucy anxiously checked the Pregnancy Test. To her astonishment, the result was Positive. Seeking reassurance, she hurried to the local clinic for confirmation. The reality sunk in when the test at the clinic also confirmed that she was indeed Pregnant.
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