And the lucky dog, I mean winner is...
Winner, winner chicken dinner.
Boy I wish I was talking about myself. As the winner. But no.
So reluctantly I entered all you people into my handy dandy number generator, and voila.
Lucky number 9 was our winner. Which according to my records is
So, Lindsay, when am I coming over to ogle your signed book?
Jealousy, such a stunning character trait. I know.
Enjoy your new book! Lucky dog.
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