With only 5 games remaining in the month, the race between the Wordle Friends narrows not unlike the osseus hand of the reaper tightens around all of humanity as each month slips away like a grain of sand down the hyberboloid of unidirectional time.
If you ask the Wordle Friends, there's no present like the present, because every day is its own gift.
In which the Wordle Friends fight to regain emotional ground.
Tomorrow might be All Hallow's Eve, but love is in the air for the Wordle Friends as they eye the letters of the alphabet...