Dear California,

Thank you so much for loaning us your Hilary for the past year, it has been a real pleasure.

She’s one of my best friends now, and it is so hard for me to figure out how that happened so fast.  I don’t make best friends very fast, you know.  That stuff takes years with a person like me.  Personally, I think it’s because you have a hippy-dippy love culture going on California, and a few of us in Florida got it all over our clothes while Hilly was here.

Happiness.  That’s what Hillary means, and I have never met someone so dedicated to the pursuit of happiness.  Make sure, California, she finds it when she gets there because she’s worked for it.  She deserves it.

Hilly is our Michael, the reluctant one, the one who pretends she doesn’t belong, but, in the end, the one who belongs most of all.  In fact, she defined The Family in so many ways.  Vito, Sonny and Tom aren’t much fun without Michael.  I mean, they’re still fascinating and awesome, but, let’s face it, they aren’t much of a mafia without Michael around.

California, please do let Hilly know that there will never be another Michael.  Not for us, not for me.  There can be only one.  That’s actually from Highlander.  Which I enjoyed and was probably filmed in California, so thanks for that, too.

Anyway, California, with your awesome weather, super nice people who are so laid back and with your superhero Austrian governor who is surprisingly Republican, thank you for lending us Hilary for a year.  She made Florida so much better when she was here.

Disco Baby, N. and The Dood Kisses,

Faiqa

P.S. Please don’t fall into the ocean.  Seriously.  I mean it.

Edited:  And I spelled her name wrong in the original post.  Because I am an awesome friend.