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lidiya [134]
3 years ago
9

In this sentence “Mary caught a frog,”the common noun serves as

English
2 answers:
aivan3 [116]3 years ago
8 0
Mary I think or it could be the
Oduvanchick [21]3 years ago
6 0
I think the answer in Mary, because a name is a common noun.
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