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One intrepid warrior of The Gloom threw off the pull of the Fart Sack (and last night’s tequila old fashioneds) to hit the mean (ok, the office park) streets of Plantation. Temps were 75 and sunny. According to the restaurant worker (lady) who came out of the office building at 5:20 a.m. to see YHC unexpectedly 15 feet away, the following might have happened: 2 loops around the lake, using various routes / paths / etc. No scream (thank Heavens) when the lady came flying out of the building, never looked to her right, and then realized someone was close…