Doppelgänger
At medieval camp, I meet, duel, and seduce a woman that looks eerily similar to an improved version of me
I wanted to fuck her so badly… I mean, I hated her. That’s it: hate, hate, Hate. But, damn, she was so sexy, so burning hot, and so much fun to be around. Meeting Angela—”call me Angie or Ang”—was an eye-opening experience, one that pointed out my self-delusion. The second I saw her, all my vanity and self-absorption collectively stood up and flipped me the middle finger. Angie, who goes by Lady Angelica in medieval group...