Peck
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Published
Hobb's End Books, 2020.
Format
eBook
Language
English
ISBN
9781393530596
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APA Citation, 7th Edition (style guide)
Wayne Kyle Spitzer., & Wayne Kyle Spitzer|AUTHOR. (2020). Peck . Hobb's End Books.
Chicago / Turabian - Author Date Citation, 17th Edition (style guide)Wayne Kyle Spitzer and Wayne Kyle Spitzer|AUTHOR. 2020. Peck. Hobb's End Books.
Chicago / Turabian - Humanities (Notes and Bibliography) Citation, 17th Edition (style guide)Wayne Kyle Spitzer and Wayne Kyle Spitzer|AUTHOR. Peck Hobb's End Books, 2020.
MLA Citation, 9th Edition (style guide)Wayne Kyle Spitzer, and Wayne Kyle Spitzer|AUTHOR. Peck Hobb's End Books, 2020.
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Grouped Work ID | 01f30de9-50e6-6aa4-a328-c5b4215ebe80-eng |
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Full title | peck |
Author | spitzer wayne kyle |
Grouping Category | book |
Last Update | 2022-10-05 20:50:18PM |
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