One More for the Road
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Living Sensical Press, 2021.
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J. R. Kruze., J. R. Kruze|AUTHOR., & S. H. Marpel|AUTHOR. (2021). One More for the Road . Living Sensical Press.

Chicago / Turabian - Author Date Citation, 17th Edition (style guide)

J. R. Kruze, J. R. Kruze|AUTHOR and S. H. Marpel|AUTHOR. 2021. One More for the Road. Living Sensical Press.

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J. R. Kruze, J. R. Kruze|AUTHOR and S. H. Marpel|AUTHOR. One More for the Road Living Sensical Press, 2021.

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J. R. Kruze, J. R. Kruze|AUTHOR, and S. H. Marpel|AUTHOR. One More for the Road Living Sensical Press, 2021.

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