He has half a mind to throw a stack of papers at Negan and ask him to draw or colour something.
"These are not confessions. Merely instructions." Even though it starts off with Dear Raylan, I am sorry to leave you like this. It continues with a quick sketch of what looks like a tree, some arrows pointing here and there. Over the page there are a few bullet points, a list ingredients with measurements next to them. Then a few more bullet points with various names. Finally it's signed off as your friend, now and always and that signature most certainly reads J H Holliday.
"Suppose we just wait and see now?" he asks, folding the note in half and then half again, writing Raylan's name onto one side of the fold and tucking it into his back pocket.
"I mean how do you even know if you're hungry or... hungry?"
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"These are not confessions. Merely instructions." Even though it starts off with Dear Raylan, I am sorry to leave you like this. It continues with a quick sketch of what looks like a tree, some arrows pointing here and there. Over the page there are a few bullet points, a list ingredients with measurements next to them. Then a few more bullet points with various names. Finally it's signed off as your friend, now and always and that signature most certainly reads J H Holliday.
"Suppose we just wait and see now?" he asks, folding the note in half and then half again, writing Raylan's name onto one side of the fold and tucking it into his back pocket.
"I mean how do you even know if you're hungry or... hungry?"