Let it Go is an infectious anthem of freedom. But a mother's freedom is as fleeting as a snowflake on your tongue. Or an icicle in the sun. Or a footprint of New York City slush left on her cashmere scarf, which fell on the floor and got stepped on by a kid's boot. No, that sh*t stains.
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