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Gurathin asks me to.
It’s easy to partition his augments, now that I’ve been there before.
I don’t delete anything, because he doesn’t want me to. Instead I slice, hide and compress. Carefully, I store the package of curated data somewhere he can’t easily access.
Other people might say it contains the memories of past lovers, he tells me. Gurathin calls them past experiences. It feels more appropriate. I silently agree and show him how I partition some experiences of my own.
Later, when we lose ourselves in each other, it’s as new to me as it is to him.