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: so the crucial component of this being a fuck up took time. the long con of fuck ups, so to speak. sorry for the wall of text.
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my girlfriend and i started dating in december of 2013. we actually met a few months earlier, but owing to the fact that we both worked a shit ton (sometimes i traveled for work frequently) we didn't get too much face time yet still talked a good deal. one thing we both talked about a lot were our jobs, and how much she hated hers.
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about two weeks after we started dating i got a new assignment to run a ballot measure campaign. i had to hire a managerial staff and a couple hundred canvassers as soon as was earthly possible. i hired her, which worked out really well. she was also happy to be free of her old job.
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one thing we did to save time and money was she started staying at my place. for the first few months it was an everyday job, and my place was the most convenient place to stay. plus we could take things home to work on whenever we had the time.
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i've moved a few times in the last several years. i still had boxes i had yet to unpack in my apartment. plus with a workload like mine i didn't get to do the most meticulous cleaning and dumping of things. as such there were some items other women had left behind that i didn't notice - some bobby pins, a scarf, a toothbrush, a pair of socks, a sweater, shit like that. my new lady would happen upon them and scoff and [harumph](http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=harumph), giving me a hard time. she'd throw them away and i didn't mind a bit. she'd send me a picture of hair ties asking me what trollop left them behind and then another of them in the dumpster. kind of an ongoing joke.
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9 months goes by and the campaign is finally over with. i saved a a good deal of money and was looking forward to having some time off. i had roughly planned to study for the lsat for a couple months, perhaps working a little and subsidizing my expenses from the saved cash.
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after unintentionally living together for almost a year we decided we wanted to keep it that way. she kept her apartment while she was staying with me. we decided to move into her place, as her rent was almost half the cost of mine.
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she started a new job while i was home most of the time studying my ass off. while putting away some of my things i found a fitted baseball hat covered in thick dust, about 4 sizes too big for her. a former beau's. i decided to return the favor and busted her chops. she said if i ever found anything like that i could throw it away, just as she had done to me.
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a couple days later i came across this ungodly red leather men's lrg jacket, brand new. shit be ugly. it still had tags on it - *$300*. i took a picture of it holding up a lighter and sent it to her. she told me she had bought it as a gift years ago, never gave it and wanted to sell it, so i put it back.
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but in the pocket was a cheap gold-colored casio watch from the 80's with the stretch wrist band. just the kind of tacky ass shit hipster dudes in our area wear. i have a special place in my heart for hipster hate. yeah, that shit was in the trash like week old chinese food.
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8 months have passed. no new discoveries. like nas said, life is good. last week we get a new bookshelf. she starts moving around some decorations and the like to adorn the top shelf. she adds some family photos, including a full page sized portrait of her father who died 8 years prior. she moved it from the mini shrine she had it in, behind a couple candles and whatnot.
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last night i'm looking at the finished setup and take a moment to look at the portrait. he's in his prime back in the 80's. he was a drug dealer at the time and this picture looked like something out of scarface or gta vice city. his mexican self was sitting on a couch with his legs crossed and his arm hanging over his lap.  for the first time i could see the full picture. i noticed he was wearing these ranchera style cowboy boots that my lady kept around the house, along with the sparkly cuff links and shiny gold-colored watch he had at his wrist.
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**wait** gold-colored watch?
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i go back and look closely. it looks like a digital watch. i turn to her and ever so nonchalantly ask her what kind of watch he's wearing in the picture.
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"it's a casio. after he died it was one of the only things of his i took from his house in mexico, along with those boots. he wore it all the time. i've been looking for it for years and i can't find it."
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i feel so fucking rotten.
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TIFU by throwing something away.