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प्रश्न
Read the following lines from the poem and answer the question given below.
There's a family nobody likes to meet;
They live, it is said, on Complaining Street
- Where does the family live?
- Why do you think the street is named as ‘Complaining Street’?
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उत्तर
- The family lives in Complaining Street.
- The street is named as Complaining Street because a family which is never satisfied lives there.
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