Passing the GED: Reading / Apruebe El GED: English / Spanish on Facing Pages

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InterLingua Publishing, 2006 - 423 strán (strany)
"Passing the GED: Reading / Apruebe el GED: Lectura" is a bilingual (English / Spanish) test prep book produced in pdf format for those who expect to take the exam in Spanish or who prefer to study in Spanish and take the exam in English.
 

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