My fiancée, Lauralee, and I wandered through the newly renovated condo, peeking into each empty room. Sunlight bounced off the shiny hardwood floors. The walls and trim were freshly painted in coats of ivory and beige. The place was churchlike in its quiet -- no squeaking floorboards, no sound from the neighbors. I forgot that we were in Dorchester. (Full article: 1523 words)

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