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Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave Pretend that you're a clever shepherd girl, and you're just dressed up in pretty clothes, and you're trying to make everybody believe that you're a spoiled, empty-headed little princess. So no one guesses that under your clothes you're a brave shepherd girl who climbs trees and chases away wolves with your staff. - Quote by Johanna Sinisalo

Pretend that you’re a clever shepherd girl, and you’re just dressed up in pretty clothes, and you’re trying to make everybody believe that you’re a spoiled, empty-headed little princess. So no one guesses that under your clothes you’re a brave shepherd girl who climbs trees and chases away wolves with your staff.

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