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Answer the Following Question in One Or Two Sentences.Who Were the People in Kezia’S Family?

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Answer the following question in one or two sentences.

Who were the people in Kezia’s family?

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Kezia’s family consisted of her mother, father, grandmother and herself.

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Chapter 3.1: The Little Girl - Thinking about the Text [Page 38]

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NCERT English Beehive Class 9
Chapter 3.1 The Little Girl
Thinking about the Text | Q 2.2 | Page 38

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