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“Fuck it. Fuck it. Grantaire, draw me flowers.”
this is, of course, inspired by World Ain’t Ready, a fic that both directly and indirectly hugely influenced my young adulthood, my political imagination, and my general outlook on life. i’m editing this startnote in 2025; i’ve had a full decade of thinking about this story. needless to say, i think about it differently now than when i first read it, but it still has a very special place in my heart. shoutout to idiopathicsmile.
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