Morning Exercise by Robert Lopez

BOMB 65 Fall 1998

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In the third grade our teacher Miss Cansino who was something of a psychic herself, had all the third graders write down a secret word on an index card at the beginning of the last day of class. At the end of the day she had each student read his or her secret word. Eighteen of Miss Cansino’s 22 students had the same word written down. The other four were: window, baseball, transfusion and flabbergasted.

Robert Lopez is a writer living in New York.

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