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Every Friday morning, Mia waits eagerly on the porch, a muffin wrapped in paper towels in her tiny hands. Her blonde hair bounces as she jumps up and down, anticipating the arrival of the garbage truck. She watches for the familiar roar of the engine, her smile lighting up the cool morning air. When the truck finally appears, she beams with joy, as if it’s the most magical thing in the world. The driver, Tom, steps out, his usual calm demeanor in place, accepting the muffin with a warm but quiet smile. This simple, tender exchange has been a part of their routine for as long as Mia can remember. But today, something feels different.