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alex41 [277]
3 years ago
12

I have had my lunch change into negative sentence?

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2 answers:
Nataliya [291]3 years ago
6 0
I haven’t had my lunch.
Lady bird [3.3K]3 years ago
4 0

Answer:

I didn't have my lunch.

hope it is helpful.

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