By By Lindsay Berra

Tuesday, October 15, 2002

The house in South Jersey is almost vacant. Sunlight streams through the wooden plantation blinds in the dining room, basking the immaculate wood floors in an orange glow and flooding the room with a brightness that only accentuates its emptiness. Fuji, a caramel-colored Chinese shar-pei pup, scampers and slides across the floor, inspecting the molding with his wrinkled nose. This isn't home, it's merely lodging, so there's no point in decorating. All the good stuff -- the Harleys, the horses, ...

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