Definition: In this task, you are given a Reddit post as a text. Your task is to generate a title for this text. The title should start with "TIFU by", followed by a situation that caused humor. The title should contain 7-12 words, ideally.
Input: Text: this was yesterday. my birthday. got a cool new book from my friend, it is a book of photos from a bookseller who finds odd stuff that people left in old books. while reading this book on stuff left in books, i suddenly had a flashback to last year this time, my uncle gave me a graphic novel i never got around to, but also gave me a $100 bill in a card, which i sort of remembered sticking in the book when i unwrapped it. sweet! that $100 should still be right where i left it.

so here's the fu - went to the living room book shelf, found the book, it's not in there. we stuff all kinds of things in books (i live with my gf, more on that in a moment) so i thought the card and money might have gotten passed around. i start rifling through all the books on the shelf. found old plane tickets, gum wrappers, coffee shop napkins, a little flash drive i had been looking for... but no card. i yell to the bedroom where my gf is watching tv. i ask her if she has come across a birthday card with $100 in it here on the bookcase. she says no. i briefly tell her the whole story, book about stuff left in books, uncle money bags and the graphic novel, young narrator in search of his $100 between the pages... and like a phantom she is suddenly right there at the door looking like [this.](http://i.imgur.com/7mhaio4.png).

she blurts out that she'll look for me and that the tv isnt working and that i should have a look at it. oh no, i'm determined. gonna find that money. she does not appear happy with this plan at all. at this point, i have no idea what's going on.

next book i pull off the shelf is a great big rand mcnally atlas. all seniors got a copy when they graduated from my high school. i always thought it was funny - hey kid, look at all the places you won't go because your guidance counselor here couldn't be bothered to show up to your college planning appointments and now you're stuck working retail until you can save up to go to state. go hornets!

anyway, the atlas. i open her up, and there inside, right by the table of contents is a photograph. no ordinary photograph, mind you. an ultrasound image. patient name: my gf. date: 15 days ago. 

i tried to look up but it was like my head was made of concrete. my stomach was through the floor. overwhelming mix of dread, pride, horror and excitement. 

i finally look up, i figure i have to be strong here and show her i'm here for her, i'm ready to talk - and just to listen, if that's what she needs - and that i'm not going anywhere... all that stuff that gilmore girls taught me. but she can't look at me, she is silently crying, no breaths, just like a stream of tears down her face.

gilmore girls or no, i have no idea what to do here. i reach out for her, she pulls away. i ask if she's ok, she just runs into our bedroom. i sat on the couch for an hour, she finally comes out and tells me i should go stay with a friend tonight, and she will talk to me in the morning. i ask if that's what she really wants, she says yes, i grab some clothes and my phone and leave.

got a text at 4 am. she was pregnant, got an abortion. it wasn't mine. today i get to move all my stuff out and start over.

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