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Answer the following question. Why is it good to have rebels?

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Answer the following question.

Why is it good to have rebels?

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It is good to have rebels because they are different from others and provide a source of mischief and amusement to others.

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Chapter 2.2: The Rebel - Working with the Poem [Page 34]

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NCERT English - Honeycomb Class 7
Chapter 2.2 The Rebel
Working with the Poem | Q 1.4 | Page 34

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