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"You guys street shop?" I whisper asked Heather.

She turned to me with a raised eyebrow. "We can't?"

"I just thought it wasn't really your style."

"You couldn't be more wrong. We all love to street shop. We just don't do it quite often because we get mobbed a lot. But when we're in other countries, we need not worry because not a lot of people recognize us. It's also because we disguise ourselves."

"Wow. I never could have imagined people like you street shopping."

"That's what is annoying about people. They just assume that if someone has money then they look down upon poor people, see things that aren't designer as trash and generally are rude. Okay, they aren't totally wrong because all these things basically describe my mother. But still, just because of a few people they shouldn't think that all of them are like that."