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The guy was wild-eyed, with seaweed in his hair. He came up to me like Coleridge's ancient mariner.

"Do you know who I am?" he demanded.

"An ancient mariner with a long, sad story about an albatross?"

"No! I am the #pen the god of storms uses to sign his contracts!" He dug his heels into the wet sand & dragged an aimless squiggle across it.

The surf came rolling in, smoothing it away.

"Never make deals with the god of storms," said the man. "He always breaks them."