Cheap Prices vs Human Rights

I was about 16 years old when I was in the passengers seat of my grandma’s car, gripping tightly to my new handbag. It was an awful bright orange color (seriously, what was I thinking?) & we had gone to several stores in the search for “the perfect bag”. My excitement from the day & my new treasure quickly faded as I suddenly thought a question that would change my shopping habits forever.

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