That day we knew that we would be friends in good times and bad times. I stretched out my arm and said. “Don’t worry. You can always count on me.” My friends put their right hands on mine, one by one, and said, “Count on me, too.”
I asked Roberto’s dog, “Can we count on you?” Lola barked. We took that as a yes.
stretch: v. to make your arms or legs straight so that they look long
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