Since a boy, I loathed Dawkins. He was smug for no good reason and I knew somewhere deep in his black heart he had been hurt bad, so bad that he would spend his entire miserable life trying to convince people they were their own god.
Since a boy, I loathed Dawkins. He was smug for no good reason and I knew somewhere deep in his black heart he had been hurt bad, so bad that he would spend his entire miserable life trying to convince people they were their own god.
Since a boy, I loathed Dawkins. He was smug for no good reason and I knew somewhere deep in his black heart he had been hurt bad, so bad that he would spend his entire miserable life trying to convince people they were their own god.