Death by Tartar Sauce: A Travel Writer Encounters: Gargantuan Gators, Irksome Offspring, Murderous Mayonnaise & True Love
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Jules Older., Jules Older|AUTHOR., & Effin Older|AUTHOR. (2012). Death by Tartar Sauce: A Travel Writer Encounters: Gargantuan Gators, Irksome Offspring, Murderous Mayonnaise & True Love . BookBaby.
Chicago / Turabian - Author Date Citation, 17th Edition (style guide)Jules Older, Jules Older|AUTHOR and Effin Older|AUTHOR. 2012. Death By Tartar Sauce: A Travel Writer Encounters: Gargantuan Gators, Irksome Offspring, Murderous Mayonnaise & True Love. BookBaby.
Chicago / Turabian - Humanities (Notes and Bibliography) Citation, 17th Edition (style guide)Jules Older, Jules Older|AUTHOR and Effin Older|AUTHOR. Death By Tartar Sauce: A Travel Writer Encounters: Gargantuan Gators, Irksome Offspring, Murderous Mayonnaise & True Love BookBaby, 2012.
MLA Citation, 9th Edition (style guide)Jules Older, Jules Older|AUTHOR, and Effin Older|AUTHOR. Death By Tartar Sauce: A Travel Writer Encounters: Gargantuan Gators, Irksome Offspring, Murderous Mayonnaise & True Love BookBaby, 2012.
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