I Totally Meant to Do That [antikvár]

Prologue- a i f i n ^ for the R a i cl T e a /i] ?rhwku-ku-ku-CLA^^i The last sliver of daylight disappeared as the metal gate shut me inside. I was trapped in one of those squalid knockoff handbag stores in Chinatown, alone, in the dark, and convinced I'd soon have this conversation: "So tell me, Jane, how were you sold into the sex-slave industry?" "Well, Svetlana, I tried to buy a fake Prada purse from a Canal Street stall with a Pokémon sheet for a door." That sheet was now on the other side of a very solid shutter. It click-locked to the ground and my knees went weak. Great: When they found my body, I'd have tee-teed all over my matching denim outfit. The store, if you can call it that, was no bigger than my minivan