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In Morjim they parked the bike and awkwardly climbed off, Prema making a few hops so she didn't fall. She ran her hands over her dress, trying to straighten out the wrinkles, and swung her arms, pulling one elbow over her head to stretch it out. Her hands hurt from clinging to the back of the bike a little too hard.
"I've never been here before," she said to Linus.
"I've only been here once," he said. "For a party at one of the clubs. I left early, though, it was such a weird scene. All Russian women, Indian men, and cocaine."
"Sounds terrible."
"It was."
They walked toward the space where they knew the sea to be, breaking onto a very different beach than the one they were used to in Arambol. This beach was curved and smaller, with large fancy clubs that looked shut down and empty
