I'm actually doing NaNo for once. [Segment 1]

The morning of their departure, Pete stared out the clean, clean windows of his old house – already stolen from the status of ‘home’ by the bitter, premature departure of his lifelong neighbors, the Marxs. It was not home anymore. He sniffed, wiping his nose with the sleeve of his jacket – light fleece, far too light for the crystal winter that gleamed beyond the window. The frost had fallen heavily in the dark hours of morning, making the leafless trees pieces of enchanted filigree on the tapestry of his homeland – this native country of his youth, dissolving into his parents’ business, their lives that bustled relentlessly around him and now stole him from everything he had ever known.

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[This is a chunk of it. I've got just over 3000 words written.]