Like a child's innocense, like a late winter snowfllake, like a night of passion, a truce can be such a fleeting thing. The Wordle Friends must inevitably and regrettably turn against one another, recalling the image of a weeping Wesley Snipes pointing a handgun at the camera in that one meme that's like "When I gotta kill Tony Hawk in the race war" or whatever.
If this didn't break the Wordle Friends' most sacred & holy streak, nothing can.
If the Wordle Friends have one goal it's to use this show as a platform to promote fulfilling your desires via visualization and manifestation.
En garde!